warnings: plot with lots of fluff and eventual smut, lots of greek mythology references, mutual loss of virginity, fingering, unsafe sex, lovemaking, this gets sad towards the end
word count: 6.8k
a/n: i poured my soul into this if you reblog i will kiss you on the mouth
— note : HAPPY NEW YEARS <3 IM SORRY FOR BEING SO IA !! ITS 2022 NOW <33 REBLOGS APPRECIATED
the lights were painfully bright, hanging above you as you tried to make your way through the crowd. just minutes earlier wakasa called you, calling you to the front of the house where the both of you were coincidentally present at a party. it was nervewracking, having not seen him in years, it felt as though you were on fire. you knew he wouldn't be feeling any different despite that cool expression and facade he keeps up, you had known him since you were children.
you don't know how exactly he got your number, or how he knew you were here, but it wasn't time to question it. peering over the dozens of heads in the sea of people, you catch sight of the large timer someone hung up on the wall. only a minute to go till you enter the new year. a minute wasn't enough to try to find your way out, or so you thought, until you felt yourself being dragged out to be met with the cool tinge of the outside air.
with a huff, you turn around to be met with wakasa's face, one which hadn't changed in the years you had not met. his eyes were the same, and as cliche as it sounds, it felt as if you were falling into them. the both of you were snapped out of your trance as you heard the people around you yelling out the countdown to midnight. wordless confessions of a thousand words had been exchanged at that moment, and the only sentence coming from either of you was when simultaneously in a breathless whisper, did both wakasa and you muster up the courage to ask a simple request as the clock struck twelve. "can i kiss you?"
ran was leaning over the counter, elbows planted with his fingers tapping on the keys to reply to one of his colleagues when he heard the door open and shut. he leaned out, expecting to see a peak of whoever entered but instead he saw a bewildered you — grinning widely.
you rushed over, making it into his expectant embrace and he picked you up, hands sitting under your thighs while you peppered his face with kisses and he laughs, “ what’s with you? “
“ i passed my finals, babe. “ you beamed, gushing on how you thought you were going to fail and instead you did the complete opposite. ran muses at how expressive you were over your grades and his hands squeezed the flesh in his palms, “ how about we celebrate, hm? how about that, angel? “
hi hunter! i love your other blog <3 can i request tending sanzu's, rindou's and kokonoi's wounds?
suggestive. wounds. blood.
+ hi hi! this is my first time writing fluff for the boys. also... i am in no way knowledgeable with patching up a wound but i’ve done some research so i hope that’ll help give a touch of reality! thank you for requesting and i hope this isn’t cringe-y at all ;;
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SANZU.
“i don’t think you understand you’re situation,” you sarcastically grumbled as you picked up the first aid kid behind the mirror inside your bathroom.
sanzu, eyes heavy-lidded watched you prepare from the counter with his hand dangling from the tub. “i do understand. i have a wound and i’m kindly asking you to—”
holding a roll of gauze, you shoot him a sharp glare. “a wound. on your cheek. from a fucking bullet graze.”
he nodded, tight-lipped and all. “yup. from a bullet graze. just a normal occurrence in your boyfriend’s day.”
you went into the tub, placing yourself and the kit between sanzu’s thighs. the asshole merely smirked, watching you with fascination as you dampened a cotton with the alcohol. “and i wish it wouldn’t always be like this,” you mumbled, pressing the cotton to his wound. sanzu hissed and tried to control your hand. “hold still! it’s your fault that you’re hurting right now.”
“i think you’re having fun watching me suffer,” he quipped before shaping his lips into a pucker. “but you’re hot so you’ll get a pass.”
“shut up.” you snorted. “don’t try flirting with me right now. i’m always— and i meant this with emphasis— scared shitless whenever you appear with yet another wound.”
“that means you love me.” sanzu wiggled his brows as though this was no more than a child’s play. “c’mon, say it. say it. say it.”
you sighed. “of course i love you. and if you love me, you’ll try not to make me worry. i can’t...” at the decrease of your energy, sanzu immediately fondled your cheeks. “i can’t have you bloodied and wounded everytime. i mean... i do not mind having to tend to you... i’d rather tend to you than not to be able to. you understand? i just...”
“sshh,” sanzu shushed as he pulled you closer. “i will always come home. i’ll come home to you.”
you sniffed, clinging onto his shirt that smelled of gears and tires and everything dangerous. “promise?”
he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “promise. clean me up, baby. so we can get to business.”
RINDOU.
“you’re overreacting,” rindou exasperated while biting a piece of cloth. “yes, overreacting.”
you rolled your eyes as you washed your hands like a doctor would, making sure that no bacteria was left before tending to your wounded boyfriend. “rindou, you knocked on the door with a four-inch slash on your arm. what did you expect me to do? congratulate you?”
“c’mon,” he groaned, “it isn’t that bad. you’ve seen worse.”
you sighed and closed your eyes before walking towards him slumped in the floor before your bedroom door. “you sure you wanna do this here?”
rindou shot a perfect brow to his forehead. “we’ve done it here several times al— okay. okay. alright. no more jokes.”
“you’re always like that,” you whispered as you began working with the needle driver to grab the needle you’d use to puncture through his tissues. “joking around as if your life isn’t always jeopardized.”
rindou hissed at every puncture of needle through his flesh. his forehead was beaded with sweat, his cheeks flushed. his eyes jumping to the wound, to the view before him, and to you subsequently.
“at least tell me that you think of me whenever this happens,” you mumbled, fingers adorned with his blood, “i know it’s only normal for you. and it’s gotten normal for me, too. rindou, i do not complain at all. but i can’t help but fear that you won’t come back every time you step out of the door.”
rindou used his other hand to pull your head closer. he kissed your forehead, murmuring apologies and i love you’s. “of course i think of you. i always do. i’m sorry for worrying you.”
after patching him up, you remained silent beside him. “i am not mad, okay? i was just... scared.”
he reached for your hand and played with your fingers before leaning his head to your shoulder. “i know. i’ll be more careful next time. promise. i love you. always will.”
finally, you looked at him with a small smile. “i love you. always will.”
KOKONOI.
“talk to me, angel,” kokonoi groaned, clasping your wrist with his hand to stop you from treating the gash right below his rib. it had stopped bleeding now, but that gave you no comfort at all. “it’s not that serious.”
your nose flared in your attempt to contain your irritation. “yeah. of course, it’s always not serious no matter how hurt you are.”
koko incredulously chuckled, still pressed to the cold wall of your bathroom. he was naked saved for a boxer shorts, skin splattered with dried blood and adorned with a new wound that would certainly leave yet another nasty scar.
“i am still breathing.” he shrugged.
his indifference to the weight of what happened drove you insane. you slumped before him, cotton swabs and all scattered around as a fresh sob echoed from you. “it’s not funny, koko. it’s... it’s—”
immediately regretting his quip, kokonoi pulled you between his thighs and captured your face with his hands. he sought for your eyes, his own flashing in regret. “i’m sorry. i’ll be careful next time.” there was his lips on yours, featherlight and gentle.
“i wish there wouldn’t be a next time, koko. i am just so scared.” you sobbed once more, harsh tears swept away by his thumbs.
“i’m so sorry, baby.” his voice was full of regret, dripping in remorse that gripped at your heart. “i love you.”
and it would always be like this— you figured. you, patching him up while praying that there wouldn’t be any more next time. because it kills you to see him hurting.
“i love you, koko. so much,” you whispered through wavering breaths. “please be careful next time.”
he displayed you a small smile, lips finding the skin of your forehead. your cheek, jaw, and the base of your neck. “i will.” when he found your lips again, the kiss was harsher this time. as though all his contained emotions were trying to break free and your frustrations were dancing with it.
before it got more heated, koko pulled away with a small wince but there was humor in his eyes. that humor you loved so much. “how about we finish this so we could finish together?”
“i hate you,” you said with a playful chuckle, picking up another cotton ball and drenching it with alcohol. “now, now, lay back. it’s payback time.”
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