Hello! I dunno if you’re still doing this (if not feel free to ignore this!) but may I request a protective Shura? ^^ Thanks~
ooh a short little sugary thing, I don’t think I did it right but I hope you like it~
How many years had passed since he’d found something he’d wanted to protect. His spirit had perished long ago--that is, until a certain someone’s graces had sparked some light back into his old life.
He could feel his life fading again once more, however, as he watched you around the battlefield. Were you strong? Yes. Were you careless? Unfortunately, yes. You strove to protect everyone you could, yet left your back open as an easy target. How you’ve made it this far, he only attributes to sheer luck. With a fierce growl and a fresh resolve to lecture you the second he can, he flits over to your side, fast like the shadow he is. “Have you no care for your own safety?” You opened your mouth to greet him hello, and he interrupts you with a snarl.
“How are you leader of this army, and so reckless?”
“Shura--”
“I’ll carry you away myself, if you don’t get your act together,” he spoke sternly and kicked an enemy soldier squarely in the chest. The unit had a sword raised to aim into your back, and Shura would have none of that. A few swipes, and the body was motionless.
“Understood,” you nodded your head, feeling a bit meek. The rest of the battle, you learnt that Shura would be only a few paces away. Though he practiced subterfuge and sowed discord, he’d be back over your shoulder
The battle passed finally, and your injuries were naught more than a few scratches that Shura had taken to healing. (You’d insisted that you’d treat them yourself and to spare the healers for more injured soldiers, and he’d insisted that you wouldn’t do the job properly).
“Listen here.” He leaned in after finishing the last bandage. “Do you know who you are?”“Erm...I’m ______?”“Well beyond the obvious--You’re our leader, the pillar of this army. But to me, more importantly than that--you are my life.” You were aflush. He spoke so directly with nary a blush in his cheek that it’s warmed you to your core. It’s so heartwarming that you can’t help but hide your face under that giant scarf of his, perfect for situations like these. “Oy, where you going?”
“You’re being so soft today. It’s making me feel shy.”“H-hey,” he coughed. “I--Listen. You’re my life. You know that. So why can’t you bother and protect it properly? D’ya know how many times you almost got stabbed? What do you think would’ve happened to me?”“You’d be an upstanding citizen, of course.” He tugged your ears for that.“I’d kill all of them fuckers in a minute,” he said dryly. “And then weep for the rest of my pitiful days.”
“That wouldn’t do at all. I’d be very cross in the afterlife.”“Exactly. So while I’ll be watching your back...you watch it too, alright?” He extricated you from your little scarf haven so he could squish your cheeks. Your lips were smushed together too much for you to say a yes, so instead you puckered up for him to take a kiss as agreement. “And I’ll be watching yours too. Everything goes for you too, Shura,” you adopted his scowl from earlier, and added a little ‘hmph’ for good measure.
He of course, burst out laughing and cradling you close inside his arms. “You idiot…” he said so adoringly, that you’d accept his insults with nothing but warm smiles.
