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Bruno prided himself on his battle tactics and strategies. When sent on a mission, he may stumble, but he would never fall. Even in stand battles, he managed to avoid serious injury. So, who would have guessed it would have been tripping over someone’s shoe in the base that would be his ultimate downfall?
Narancia apologized the entire way to the hospital, but Bruno wasn’t mad. He knew Narancia wouldn’t leave his shoe out on purpose. Although Leone did give him a stern look once Bruno had been admitted into the ED.
Some painkillers and one arm in a cast later, Bruno was on his way home. His dominant hand was wrapped up, but he wasn’t going to let that bring him down. He even convinced Leone to drive through McDonald’s to prove to Narancia that he wasn’t upset with him.
It worked like a charm.
Once they were home, Bruno headed to bed to rest for a bit and Leone followed him. Leone was a better pillow anyways.
His boyfriend was incredibly attentive, pulled back the blankets, propped pillows, and Leone even brought him water. While not used to the attention, Bruno couldn’t say he hated it.
Only when Bruno had settled against Leone and was starting to fall asleep did Leone speak.
“So, how long do you have the cast for?”
Bruno cracked his eyes open to look at the white plaster on his arm–already signed by Narancia–and responded. “The doctor said four weeks minimum if I don’t do anything to slow the healing.”
“Are you going to be okay not doing anything for that long?” Leone was generally concerned about Bruno making it that long without taking care of everything.
Bruno tipped his head back to stare at Leone with a perturbed look. “Of course, I’ll be fine. It’s just a few weeks after all.”
Those would be his famous last words and he could tell by the smile on Leone’s face that he wasn’t the only one thinking so.
It had only been a little over a week and Bruno felt like he was going crazy. He was confined to stay-at-home work, which in his line of work didn’t mean much. If there were reports he could do, he jumped on them, but he was a slow typer with two hands. One hand meant that a few paragraphs took a few hours. He’d eventually pass them off to Fugo, who had been very patient with Bruno the entire time. A rare thing for incomplete work.
Narancia volunteered to take on any work that had been meant for Bruno, saying that he owed it to his boss to make up for the broken arm. It was difficult for Bruno to let go of the reins, especially knowing what missions he usually did alone, but he knew Narancia would take the job seriously. He still sent Mista with Narancia, just in case.
Even taking care of himself was ridiculously hard. Showers were out of the question unless he wanted to try and secure a bag on his arm every time, so he had to take baths. Brushing his teeth and hair was strange, putting on clothes–he couldn't even shave his own face. And he’d tried to do that once .
Bruno glared at his reflection in the mirror, willing the stubble on his face to shave itself. He would have used Sticky Fingers to shave if his stand’s arm didn’t also seem to be broken. He didn’t even know that was possible.
With a huff, Bruno grabbed the can of shaving cream.
“Are you sure you want to try that again?”
In the reflection of the mirror, Bruno could see Leone in the doorway. “Yes. Just because I have a broken arm doesn’t mean I can afford to look disheveled.”
“You could ask for help.”
“I don’t need help, I can do it.”
Leone frowned. “The scratch on your cheek says otherwise.”
Bruno tried to keep his annoyance in check. He wasn’t even sure it was Leone he was truly annoyed at anyways. “Well, unless you’re offering to help me, I don’t have much of a choice. I’m not letting a random barber hold a blade to my neck.”
“Actually,” Leone said walking up behind Bruno, “that’s exactly what I’m here for. I was just waiting for you to ask.”
“You enjoy watching my struggle, don’t you?”
“No,” he said with a kiss on Bruno's head. “I want you to realize you’re not alone and I’m always ready to help you.”
With that, any and all amounts of annoyance in Bruno vanished. He was filled with gratitude and love. He turned to face Leone and asked, “Would you help me please?”
“Of course.”
Leone helped Bruno onto the counter, not that it was difficult for him, as it was a better angle for shaving. And though Bruno trusted Leone with his soul, he was nervous. Accidents could still happen.
The shaving cream was first. Leone sprayed it into his hand before spreading it all over Bruno’s face. He was gentle and bopped some of it on Bruno’s nose with a smile.
“Hold still, okay?” Leone whispered. He was a little nervous, but not so much that he couldn’t do this.
Like a stone, Bruno stayed in his spot. He barely breathed unless the blade wasn’t at his throat. Strangely, he found himself at peace with Leone helping him and the scraping of the blade against his skin was soothing. Leone’s warm hand holding his chin in place was just the cherry on top.
He should have asked for Leone’s help much sooner.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself.”
When it was safe to, Bruno hummed in response.
Leone finished up while Bruno remained in a trance-like state. Leone almost felt bad that there wasn’t more for him to shave. After cleaning Bruno up and checking for missed spots, he grabbed Bruno’s facial oil. After sufficiently covering Bruno’s face, Leone squished Bruno’s face in his hands for good measure.
“I think you’re all set.”
“You phink so?” Bruno asked with a squished face.
“I should test.” Leone kissed Bruno’s cheek and then his lips and let go of Bruno’s face. “Yeah, you’re good.”
Bruno leaned forward and rested against Leone’s chest. “Thank you, love.”
“Anytime. Don’t wait until you’re ready to break something next time, okay?”
Bruno chuckled into Leone’s chest. “Yes, dear.”