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“Stop wincing.”
“I’m not wincing.”
“You’re literally clutching your side like a telenovela widow, detective.”
Akechi swatted Ren’s hand away as he reached for the gash in his grey coat. He caught his wrist mid-swat, held it lazily in the air.
“You’re dramatic,” Ren said, lifting an eyebrow. “And bleeding.”
“It’s a scratch.”
“It’s a gaping wound,” he countered, tugging him closer by your wrist. “Sit.”
Akechi plopped down on the cold hard floor of the metaverse, muttering under his breath. He crouched in front of him, pulling off one glove with his teeth before pressing cool fingers to his side.
He flinched. Not from the pain. From him.
“Sensitive,” Ren murmured, with the exact kind of smugness that made one want to both fight and kiss him.
“I swear to God if you say anything about pain tolerance—”
“Wasn’t gonna,” he said. “I was gonna ask if you do this much squirming outside of combat.”
Akechi’s brain short-circuited for a second.
Then: “Ren.”
“Hmm?”
“Shut the hell up.”
He didn’t. Of course he didn’t.
Instead, he leaned in slightly, thumb brushing just under his ribs, voice dropping like he was testing the other. “You know, if you ever wanted an excuse to let me get my hands on you, there are easier ways.”
Akechi gawked at him. “Are you flirting with me while I’m bleeding out?”
He gave a tiny shrug. “Might as well multitask.”
The brunette simply stared. Ren looked extremely pleased with himself.
“You’re not even trying to hide it anymore, are you?” He muttered.
“Hide what?”
He opened his mouth to say something, but all that came out was a very weak: “Whatever this is.”
He smirked. Leaned in a little further.
“This is me checking on your health.”
He blinked. “You're flirting again.”
“Am I?”
“You just licked your thumb.”
“Sanitary purposes,” Ren said solemnly, pressing said thumb to your jaw.
Akechi grabbed his wrist. “Do you flirt like this with everyone?”
“Only the ones who can dodge magic and throw knives like they’re extensions of their soul.”
“That’s hot.”
He grinned. “I know.”
Akechi’s face was way too warm now. He looked away.
“You done playing doctor?” Akechi asked.
Ren stood up slowly, tugging his glove back on, and offered him his hand.
“You healed yet?”
“Physically,” He said. “Emotionally? No.”
“Good enough,” he said. “C’mon. Let’s go before I say something worse.”
Ren took his hand.
He missed how long he held it.