Anarchy paused outside Kohao’s bedroom door. It had been two days since Kohao had called off...whatever the fuck they were before. Two days since he’d exchanged more than a couple tense words with Anarchy. Now, the sound of Kohao knocking shit off his desk, cursing and punching walls, had been replaced by muffled crying—and it tore at Anarchy’s chest to hear. He knew the door would be locked, but tried the handle anyway.
“K, let me in. Please.” he said. He was met with silence and slammed his palm against the door frustratedly. “C’mon, Kohao, fucking talk to me!”
“Fuck off!” Kohao responded, voice too choked and raw to really yell.
Anarchy hesitated, considered letting it continue. The distance. The silence. He stepped back, looked the door up and down.
“Alright, fuck it.” he said with conviction, loud enough for Kohao to hear. He took a deep breath and kicked