Heal

Ikami hisses underneath his breath, hand pressed tightly against his side where he had gotten a rather major injury. His free hand slides against the wall of the long and empty hallway, hoping to support himself.

His previous fight had not gone well, even if he had ended up winning in the end. The young man clicks his tongue in annoyance. It doesn't matter anymore. What's done is done, and right now, he needs to focus on getting a certain area of the facility.

Ikami had locked eyes with Itaru at the end of his fight. There were no words spoken between them, but they said a lot with their eyes. The fighter arrives at one of the lesser visited areas of the facility, almost like a safe haven for him and Itaru to just forget the world.

Itaru is already there, unsurprisingly enough, and he holds his hand out for the other man. Ikami allows himself to lean into Itaru's arms, breathing out a sigh of relief at the safety and comfort he felt wash over him.

Itaru sets the both of them down to the floor and reaches for the first aid kit he had brought along. He tends to Ikami's wounds, however small or large, with practiced and experienced hands, a tense silence hanging in between them.

Ikami bites at his lower lip, a brief show of vulnerability appearing in his eyes for a second before trying to regain his composure, but his companion notices it, and he exhales a quiet breath.

"You don't have to push yourself so hard," he tells him, his quiet whisper being the only thing they could hear. "You're fine as you are."

Ikami wordlessly nods his head. That ugly feeling in his heart might not leave him so easily, but for this moment, he'll believe in Itaru and his words.