#Could be 1610 milesganke but writen as 42

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Sorry, I can't take your touch.. CLAWCODE One-shot!

TW: -Pre-'break up' (aka before Miles ghosts Ganke lol) Ganke hears the window close; his eyes flicker to find a hurt Miles. He sighs and removes his headphones, "I don't understand how you got hurt again.." Ganke mumbles as he stands up and grabs the first aid kit underneath their bunk bed. Miles sits down on Ganke's bed, "I told you I--" He tries to make an accuse, but Ganke finishes it for him. "Yeah, yeah." Ganke sits down beside him, "You got hurt by some stray cat." His eyes narrow into Miles's, "Or is the excuse that you fell when trying to parkour buildings?" Miles falls silent. "Just patch me up, will you?" He grumbles, breaking eye contact with his roommate. "I don't get you.." Ganke sighs and opens the first aid, pulling out some rubbing alcohol to clean Miles's wounds. "You don't sleep nor eat and then come back with scarring wounds." Ganke gently takes Miles's arm, pealing off his surprisingly unripped shirt. He soaks a cotton pad with rubbing alcohol and cleans Miles's wounds, earning a hiss and curses from his friend. The two sit in silence as Ganke wraps Miles's arm up; this wasn't new for them.. it used just to be a once-a-month thing, then it turned to twice a month.. then once a week.. till soon enough, Ganke had to get bandages from the corner store almost every Friday. "Ganke.." Miles mumbles, trying to start an apology.. like he always tries to do. "I don't want to hear it," Ganke responds, his words sharp, causing Miles to fall silent. Ganke moves on to the next wound, which is on his waist. "Up," Ganke says, causing his friend to stand up and pull off his white(now stained with blood) button-up. Miles faces the other, lifting his arms up so Ganke can clean the wound. As Ganke dabs the open wound, Miles holds on to the other's shoulders, the pain sending shivers up his spine. "If you were more careful.." "I don't want to hear it." Miles snaps back, repeating what Ganke said before. Ganke sighs frustratedly. Both of them were being petty.. they didn't show care for each other very well; such nights like this were filled with snappy responses and silence. Ganke was tired of it. "I can't keep doing this, Miles," Ganke says, pulling out bandages to wrap around his waist. "You're not the one getting hurt; I don't know why you're complaining.." "Maybe because I care? Like everyone else in your life," Ganke's angry eyes flicker to Miles's. "I didn't ask you to help me. You always just do it!" "I always do it because who else will? You sure don't take care of yourself," His voice gets louder. "Quit treating me like a child! I can take care of myself-" "But you don't." Ganke's voice sounds.. shakey. Miles looks down to see his roommate in tears. "You don't fucking take care of yourself, and you come back bleeding to death!" His voice breaks; his hands stop wrapping the bandages, and he holds onto Miles's hips. "I can't keep doing this because I can't handle seeing you in this much pain.." Ganke inhales a shaky breath. "So, for the love of god.. can you just be careful?" He looks up, and their eyes meet. Miles nods. "Okay." - The two spend the rest of the night lying together on Ganke's bottom bunk. They don't cuddle; they don't talk.. just.. be with each other. Miles lays his head gently on Ganke's shoulder, looking at the phone playing some youtube video about a game Ganke has been obsessed over. Miles glances at his roommate, staring at his growing, tired eyes. "I'm sorry." He mumbles, causing Ganke's eyes to flicker to his. Ganke nods softly before looking back at the video. "And--" Miles tries to say something but Ganke interrupts. "I know." He hums back, his voice quiet. But Ganke didn't know.. He didn't know what Miles wanted to say... I love you.

Sorry this is so short, it's my first time writing these two so this oneshot was more of a pratice run!

This ship needs more fanfics(┳Д┳)