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You just got home from the cafe. Tanaka left you halfway through and you both had to split ways into the dead of night…
Comically dumb robbers getting comically robbed by Tanaka. It was great, but…your head was bleeding, and you are only patching it right now.
There is a giant cut near your hairline and ear. Whatever that means… well, you’re bleeding your head out. Literally the part beside your hairline? Yeah mean… youre all bloodied and whatnot. A long streak of blood that glides down the the frame of your face… sorry bout that reader but its for the plot! But I made sure it doesn't hurt…
You obviously don't want to go back to bed all bloodied up, so you need to treat yourself. You can only feel a distant ache in the spot, but you figure it won't be a flattering sight. And also getting blood all over the sheets… you dont want more on your plate than you do already. Which is barely anything, but washing blood from your pillows is hell.
You head to the bathroom, phone in your pocket.
But thats when…
bzzzbzzzz…
You got a message? Oh, it's Tanaka.
You open your flip phone.
Topic: Are you okay?
Is that… Tanaka caring for you?
You open the message.
Tanaka: Sorry about before. Are you okay? You were bleeding. I think.
Yeah, and so was Tanaka! Does he remember he was bleeding his head in too?
I'm fine. I'm actually just about to go patch myself up now. Are YOU okay? You were bleeding as well.
Tanaka: Already got that managed.
…
Tanaka: Stall on patching yourself up.
Hell does he mean by that?
You don't want me to take care of myself?
Tanaka: Just don't. I’ll be there in a minute or two.
What is this dude planning?
…get here quickly then.
You turn off your phone and put it back into your beloved pocket… Now the waiting game, and hoping you don't lose all your blood before Tanaka gets here.
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It was only like what… 3 minutes? How close was he?
You hear a vroom vroom in the driveway. You dash to the door…
And there was Tanaka, admiring you in your bloody glory. Not in the British way… but literally….
You spot a small bandaid just beneath Tanakas hairline. Hey… That's pretty similar to yours! Scar bonding am i rite??
“You’re not as flattering covered in blood.” He starts.
You sputter, the wrinkles in your eyes cynical. “Of course I'm not! No one is flattering covered in blood. Get in the bathroom and hurry up.”
You start your trek towards the bathroom, expecting him to follow you.
But you dont hear the sound of expensive shoes following.
He gives a light snicker, loud enough for you to hear between the distance. “I don't know my way around, you know. You moved here, remember?”
Oh, that's right. You're not in Tatsumi Port Island…
You shake your head, merely grabbing Tanaka's arm and forcefully pushing him through the bathroom door.
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You kick down the toilet seat, shoving Tanaka and making sure his butt was seated.
Like the cute raccoon you are, you scramble through your cupboards for a first aid kit. Tanaka only peers, gaze curious.
“Can you not feel it?”
You sneak a peep, chin to your shoulder. “Feel what?”
Tanaka narrows his eyes. “What do you think? Look in the mirror.”
Your face flushes. He couldn't have been more obvious about what he was referring to. “Oh, that. Yeah, I can feel it, kinda. Uh… hold on…”
You really need to put your back into it, the first aid kit is at the VERY bac of the cupboard. Very conveniently placed.
But thats when…
VOILA! You found it! It's a very small kit, but it will have to do. Even when you don't see yourself getting injured MUCH, it's good to have one on standby for days like these.
You walk slowly to Tanaka, standing in front of him as you unzip the small bag. The author will just need to make up supplies as they go. Sorry.
Looming over Tanaka dearest, you find yourself with a small packet of 70% isopropyl alcohol pad, and uh… a bandaid. And a tissue… a tissue for your issue, if you will.
“Uh… I can do this myself. Are you sure you wanna…?”
Tanaka tilts his head. “Then take my place." He stands up slowly, gesturing. "Now sit.”
What a way to change the dynamic… yeah and why did you make Tanaka sit? Well, i’ll let you know in the notes segment of this fic.
Raising your eyebrows and pursing your lips, you find yourself sitting on the closed toilet lid and giving the supplies to Tanaka in hand.
The touch was a fleeting thing, but his hands are… warm.
He rips open the small packet.
“This will hurt just a bit. Ready?”
His voice was… soothing now. The distant hum of the fridge was gone, and maybe the small buzz from the dingy lights above you is distant. You can only hear Tanaka and the rustling of his fabric as his hands draw closer to the bleeding slit.
The cuffs of his suit jacket brush gently against your hair, dabbing the alcohol pad on the wound.
But you flinch. He was right, this was going to sting…
“See what I told you?”
His expression remains passive. He goes in with another gentle dab. This time, it stings less. Or maybe it stings a bit more than before, but you can't feel it. You're just distracted.
It felt like he was taking forever, but now he's done. There's a small darkened wipe in his hand that he tosses near the basin.
“I don’t know how from such a tiny gash there could be so much blood… the body is weird” he states. “Okay, now to… er…”
Tanaka peels off the plastic film, his fingers fiddling with the edges of the bandages until he has it straight.
He looks at your face, positioning it diagonally in the air as he tries to figure out how to put it on.
“Hmmm…”
So then he shoves it on your head. You flinched back, but the bandaid is there! Just slightly wrinkled and probably not going to collect all the future blood.
He puts on a giant grin. God… its like he’s got all the money in Japan! Well, he already does.
“See? Good as new!” he says, patting your cheek. Is this what they call romances nowadays?
“Ugh… thanks, I guess," you say, your forefinger feeling the wrinkled bandaid. “How long will it take to heal?”
“Eh. a few days. Or weeks. Well, mine will take a day or two because I have the best doctors in Japan at my fingertips.”
“Of course you do.”
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