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Hanako sighed as Yashiro sat across from him, digging inside a medicine chest, looking for ointments.
He knew that this was going to hurt, that it would sting, that he would have to endure it, no matter how hard he pleaded with her.
This fucking sucks.
“Ah, found it!” The girl announced holding up a tiny glass bottle that was filled up to the brim with a milky white substance. “Are you ready Hanako-Kun?”
Hanako nodded, “As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.” and did his best to puff out his lips.
Yashiro placed a hand under his chin and unscrewed the bottle with the other, dipping her hand into the bottle, scooping up some of the ointment onto her fingers.
The ghost winced and flinched away, but the white haired girl held his chin in place.
“Hold still.” Yashiro muttered, placing two ointment covered fingers onto Hanako’s swollen bottom lip. “It’ll hurt more if you move.”
Hanako hissed through his teeth and screwed his eyes shut. The girl sighed and continued to apply the substance onto his lips, gently running her fingers along the bruised skin.
“There,” she muttered drawing away from his face. “All done with your lips.” Yashiro sat back on her knees and smiled at Hanako, releasing his chin and letting him relax. “That wasn’t so bad now was it, Hanako-Kun?”
The ghost grumbled, still unable to open his mouth to speak.
“Aren’t you cranky today,” she said to the boy, dusting off her dress. “I didn’t know that the great Hanako-San was so sensitive!”
She received another irritated grumble in reply and a pout.
Yashiro sighed as she instructed the shorter boy to take off his uniform. “You’re really more trouble than you’re worth,” she hummed, watching as the ghost reluctantly complied, “you know Hanako-Kun?”
Hanako looked up at his assistant who granted him a grin, holding up a small bottle of ointment. He winced as she twirled her finger, mouthing turn around, and dipped her hand into the bottle again.
Grimacing, the pillar slowly turned around and allowed the girl to grab him by the shoulders and pull him back into her chest.
“This‘ll help soothe your skin, Hanako-Kun,” Yashiro murmured as she began apply the substance to the seventh wonder’s bruised skin.
He flinched and hissed through his teeth, clenching his fists. “Ow!”
“Hold still Hanako-Kun,” the girl reprimanded again as she continued to rub the ointment into his neck, shoulders and back.
Biting his lip, despite it’s swollen state, he lurched forwards, a tiny wail escaping his mouth as he screwed his eyed shut.
“I’ve also been meaning to ask,”
Hanako blinked, his eyes fluttering open as he slowly craned his neck to look up at his lover seated behind him. “Yeah?”
“What’s this mark here?” She pointed at his left shoulder.
“What mark?”
“This red bruise thing.”
The seventh wonder shrugged absentmindedly. “It’s nothing,” he mumbled as Yashiro continued to trail her hands along his body, “just a bruise.”
“I see,” the girl murmured, her attention never leaving the ghost’s shoulders. Yashiro ran her fingers along the tooth marks on her lovers skin, a small smirk crossing her face as the shorter boy flinched under her touch.
She’d really outdone herself, she thought. But, perhaps she went a bit overboard..
“Yashiro,” the voice of her lover sighed tiredly.
The girl nodded, “Hm?”
“Could you, Uhh..”
“Could I what, Hanako-Kun?”
Hanako flushed and hung his head, mumbling incoherently. “.. ‘m shoulder.. k-kiss..”
Yashiro chortled. “You want me to kiss your shoulder better?”
Her smirk widened as the seventh wonder nodded.
“I guess it’s time that I granted a wish of yours Hanako-Kun.” The white haired girl hummed, gently placing the ointment down onto the ground before wrapping her arms around the ghost, lowering her mouth to his shoulders. Puckering her lips, she sighed and pressed light little kisses to his skin, trailing up and down and all around, caressing the smooth bones and tense muscles.
Hanako let out a little groan of pleasure and closed his eyes, leaning back into his lover’s embrace. “Mmm, don’t stop Yashiro.” He murmured. “It feels good.”
“I wasn’t going to, Hanako-Kun,” the girl murmured, her lips moving against the bruised skin. “I’m going to make you better.”
The seventh wonder let out a sleepy giggle before completely relaxing in the girl’s arms, letting her do as she pleased.
“I love you,” he hummed softly.
Yashiro trailed her lips along his left shoulder and to the crook of his neck before nuzzling her face into the spot and resting it there. “I love you too,” she mumbled, her voice muffled, “Amane.”
And before long, under the white haired girl’s spell, the seventh wonder had fallen asleep, a soft smile on his face as Yashiro hugged him close, making him better.