Wasteland, Baby!

“Fight it! Don’t sleep, dumbass!” Keito doesn’t understand why, that with every word the other man speaks, he can feel a grumble pressed on his chest. He manages to peel his eyes open and he sees that he was on a higher elevation compared to before, and that he is latched on to the other man’s back. He sees the blood from his nose leaking on the other man’s neck, fairly darker than the man’s hair, which seemed to glow under the neon-lights. His legs hurt where the other man was gripping to keep him from falling. “It hurts…” He says to his ear, barely a whisper but with his distance from the other man’s ear, it was loud enough. The grip loosens, and the ear was just as red as Keito’s blood.“S-Sorry.” Was the reply, continued by a “Please stay awake, you need to fight it.”Keito hums, “You’re awfully kind… For a man who almost choked me to death…” He receives a chuckle that Keito felt in vibrations.   (Or an AU! where Keito and Kuro fight, not only for survival in this apocalyptic world, but also feelings that can't seem to die down despite the shit situation they were already in.)