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it was never a surprise to see baji at your doorstep all beaten and bruised. he knows how upset it makes you to see him like that, yet he liked the comfort it gave him when you would help patch him up.
one day, baji yet again, showed up on your doorstep. It was late in the night and you were wondering what he could be doing at this time to make him end up like this. you opened the door to see his knuckles red and bloody. he had a bruise forming on his cheekbone and some blood smeared above his top lip. he stayed silent as he stood there with an awkward smile on his face.
you stared at him with an almost disappointed look as you sighed and let him in. “the usual?“ you ask. it wasn’t necessarily supposed to come off as a joke but baji chuckled anyways. “you know it” he replies.
he goes to sit in his usual spot, the corner of your dining table. you went and got the first aid kit and started to work on his hands first. you cleaned the blood off of them, searching for any scratches that could be on his hands or arms. of course, you find a couple and you begin to pat at them with a damp, alcohol filled cotton ball.
“this might sting a bit” you say. you can hear him wince a bit, but other than that he had no complaints, unlike how he did when you first started your duty as his nurse.
you moved on to his face. you wiped off the blood under his nose and pressed on his cheekbone where the bruise was.
“does is hurt when i touch it?” you asked.
“yeah, maybe you should kiss it and it’ll feel better” baji remarked with a smile.
you press on the bruise harder. “ow ow! im joking, im joking!!…sorta” he says through giggles. his smile is contagious, you cant help but smile a bit too.
“take it off” you say. he knew you were referring to his shirt so that you could see if there were more bruises or cuts. he slipped it off and you examined his torso. there weren’t any cuts but there were bruises scattered across his abs.
you scanned down his chest, only to be met with a pale, sharp oval shape. you stared at it for a bit before place your hand over it and rubbing the spot with your thumb. it was the scar baji had gotten when he stabbed himself during the fight between Toman and Valhalla.
it was also the scar he got the day he confessed to you, before passing out from blood loss. luckily he survived, it was a miracle to everybody. but ever sense then, the weight of the situation still follows you. watching baji come home like this makes you worry about what could happen while you aren’t there with him.
you place your head on his shoulder, not looking away from the scar. bajis stomach drops with guilt. he hates to see you like this, he hates that you have to worry about him the way that you do.
he begins to rub shapes on your back as a way to hopefully soothe you. baji wasn’t all that good with words so he sticks to physical contact as a way to show what he feels, which explains his expressive violence. he places a couple of kisses on your forehead and the side of your face. finally you decide to speak up.
“baji please….just….be more careful next time” you plea.
“i will. i promise.” he mumbles in the crook of your neck.
once you were done patching him up you got rid of all the first aid stuff. you started to walk away before baji gently grabs your arm, efficiently stopping you in your tracks.
“i think your forgetting something”, he said as he pats that bruise on his cheekbone. you sigh and peck his cheek before trying to walk away again. key word, *trying*.
“you missed a spot.” he says before you could get to far. he pouts his lips out and taps them. “your a child”, you say while giggling. you place a chaste kiss to his lips as he returns the favor. he cups your face in his hands and mutters between kisses.
“i love you, ok? ill be more careful for you.” he says reassuringly. “i love you so much”