AND SHE ALLOWED herself to be tugged to her feet ( although she did most of the work ), not at all attempting to pull herself from the stranger’s grasp. Hinata was a trusting person— Perhaps overly so. This thought did cross her mind as she surveyed the area for some place out-of-the-way, and she decided to tuck it into a pocket in her brain in case he began to behave peculiarly. The world was a filled with dangerous people– Human and otherwise. But for now, she would remain calm and kind— Her usual demeanor. The young woman chewed on the inside of her cheek upon realizing there was no real place out of the sidewalk’s traffic apart from the designated bus stop bench. Would such a place suffice? Or should they find a quiet booth in a coffee shop? A pharmacy with first-aid equipment? She hadn’t a clue on what he was going to do for her palm. Shyly, her gaze travelled to his face again.
❝ Eto— You don’t have to help me. It’s not a big deal, really. . — Just a little burn. Like you said— I wasn’t being very careful. But thank you for this. . ❞
AND SHE LOOKED down towards her bandaged palm, duly noting that her small wrist is still encased in his gentle grasp. He was nimble with his fingers: He had encased her wound in the clean fabric very quickly— She had still been focusing on her own embarrassment when he worked, therefore she barely noticed what had been done. Hinata smiled softly at the color, as purple was a shade she had always been fond of. Perhaps it was because so many said she looked nice in it. She wondered if it was important to him, and made a mental note to wash it and return it to him. Hinata decided to let him know this, too.
❝ It’s a really nice bandana; Purple is a lovely color. I’ll wash it for you, okay? What’s your name? ❞
AND SHE LIFTED her gaze to his face once more, taking in his handsome features. The soft pink that had been on his cheeks when he fell was now beginning to fade, but across his eyes his face seemed to hold frustration. The young woman wondered if it was she who had caused such an expression to surface on his smooth, masculine features. She felt her palms begin to sweat due to her fresh wave of nervousness, and she prayed silently that her wrist wouldn’t perspire under his grasp. Upon introducing herself, she reminded him of per previous statement.
❝ My name is Hinata, a-and you really don’t have to do any of this. ❞
“I know I don’t have to help you-” Ayato couldn’t help but to give her a crooked little smirk, giving her a side glance as feet start to lead the duo on a little quest to find a, hopefully quiet, location for them to properly tend to her wound and get her a new cup of coffee. “But I want to.” There was a weird urge to want to help her, which is rare with Ayato unless one is close to him. This girl somehow managed to wiggle her way, in the matter of seconds, into his life and yank on a string in him..Now whether that was a heart string or just a mental curiosity string is yet to be figured out.
She felt breakable under his fingers, her wrist did.. Almost like just a single flex of his palm would snap her the bone in two. Surely, though, that was just a front.. Its usually the pretty ones that know how to fight, how to easily make a man (or female) drop to the ground in only a few kicks or punches. He pictured that in his mind for a moment, how this could have played out completely different if she reacted in anger or fear. There was a mental wince when the motion picture of her fist hit his adam’s apple, his body almost able to feel the pain that would come along with it.
“Hinata.” An accidental scoff escaped his lips as he repeated her name but how could one not scoff at it? The name fit her so perfectly.. It sounded fragile, even felt it on his tongue. Though there was the sound of the scoff that came out with her name, his head shook slightly and the smirk actually turned into an amused smile. “Stop telling me that.” He was already going out of his way to help her, and there was no going back in his mind now until he completes the task.
“Just accept my help and then you can forget all about it.” He lead them up to a door, eyes peering inside for a second before he just shrugged to himself and lead the pair into a place that seemed to be unsure if it wanted to be a bookstore or a coffee shop. “Go sit.” There was a small nudge, not even wanting to give her any other option and then he went the opposite way in search of a first aid kit.
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