𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙰.

/    factual 

it’s not a big deal     ?     you’re bleeding out on our couch  ,     dumbass     !      this is a     /    pretty big fucking    /     deal      !      *     truth be told  ,     hizashi was used to this.     this way of living  ,    he means     —     where  ,      no matter what time of day it is or how calm it is out on patrol  ,     there was still   /    always    /     a chance for one of the pair to get stabbed.    or in short   ,     injured.      this notion was visible by the     (    somewhat     )     calm way the radio host handled himself     —     maneuvering around the apartment complex with a purposeful stride   ,     as long arms go to reach for the medical supplies hidden over the fridge door.      once he has successfully acquired the necessary items to heal his boo   ,     he saunters back   ,     resting himself into a kneeling position with a very  ,     very unamused frown.      *     okay    —    now    ..     explain to me how this happened.     *     he’s sure that shouta’s explanation will be drowsy  ,     &     all in all  ,     pointless     -     though  ,     he was still curious.     &     perhaps he might get a good kick out of whatever incoherent blabber he might offer him.     untying a roll of bandages   ,     he lifts shouta’s shirt  ,     beginning to carefully wrap the tape around his midsection.     *      i love you but     /    please    /     try to be more careful next time  ,     dumb dumb    ,,

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            it's not a big deal    —    *    he mumurs  ,   the words low as he staggers his way into their apartment.   he's on the couch faster than he can blink    (    which isn't very fast at the moment    )    &   he's watching the blonde with intrigue    *    don't move    ?    where was i gonna go    ?    *    he moves his hand to rest atop of the wound  ,   barely adding pressure    —    for his drowsy mind is more focused on not getting blood on their couch than stopping his bleeding    *    okay    ..    sounds good.    *    he leans his head back  ,   heavy lids closing as he lays his head in a nest of dark curls    *

goddamnit  ,    shou    —    !     *    bright orbs flicker frantically between the reddening shirt     &     the drowsy expression of his significant other     ;      a hand quickly going to pull the ravenete inside.     once he locks the doors     &     checks to see that all the cats are still inside  ,     he frowns  ,     ushering shouta off to their couch  ,     where he forces him to sit.     *     how did this happen    ?     actually  ,    no    —     give me a second.    i’m gonna go get the med kit    ,,     don’t move  ,     alright    ?      hold the wound in place     —  

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            “Hey I wouldn’t mind marrying Yamada .” He mumbled becoming slightly flustered “but midnight already is teasing me about it since he took my first kiss” he mumbled softly starting to chuckle but flinched lightly “no it didn’t it took way to long....we both kept pushing him away. Idiot.”
            
            [ HES SCARY BABY

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            ʻʻ  that's what we both believe.   though  ,   being a pro can do things to you.   especially when you're balancing that with being a teacher.  ʼʼ   he found it funny   ;    how when he was younger  ,   he told oboro he'd never work with kids.   yet here he was    —    seeing   &   teaching them daily.   his brows furrowed at the words  ,   before realizing   &   clearing his throat.   ʻʻ  bold of you to assume yamada was who i married.  ʼʼ   shou  ,   you aren't fooling anyone.   ʻʻ  &   it took as long as we needed  ,   thank you.  ʼʼ
            
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            WE STAN BBY AZAIWA]