If you're still doing those sleep starters I'd love sprinjara with either "C-can you stay for a while?" or "Rub my back please?"; your choice! Also I Really loved that nincobra one btw it was ššš This whole blog is so quality tbh.. tysm!
HELL YEA DUDER..i love springjara
āHmm..yeah, that should do it!ā Spring Man gingerly lifted the studentās injured leg and placed it onto the heating pad. Ninjara probably murmured something akin to a thank you, but it came out almost incomprehensible as pain softly radiated through his body and his fever-addled mind made it hard to even process Spring Man when he spoke. He heard him say something about going to get some painkillers, nodding stiffly as he watched him leave the room. The ninja lifted a hand, running it through his mussed green hair; how could this have happened? He winced as he mulled over recent events.
The ARMS Grand Prix had all of the fighters on edge. Friendly competition turned heated, but luckily, Ninjara knew how to retain a level head and how to keep things as calm as usual; at least, until his fight with Spring Man. Ninjara has had a deep admiration for him for as long as heād been in the league; his composure. His cool, upbeat personality. His agility, raw strength, and overall amazing skill in the ring..he fawned over, maybe even envied, the Bouncerās prowess among his peers. Ninjara had trained especially hard for the opportunity to best him at his own game, working himself sick perfecting his techniques, only to find himself weak and exhausted when the actual fight drew near. He was practically a punching bag after burning out the rest of his energy after what only felt like seconds of fighting, and, Spring Man, too caught up in the heat of battle to notice, completely battered the ninja, besting him nearly without a scratch. Fans cheered and screamed, Spring Man basked in the praise from the easy victory, but he soon noticed that Ninjara was almost unresponsive. Spring Man knelt down beside him, moving his hand quickly in one spot near the ninjaās head, then down to his wrist. He had no protective underarmor, and Spring Man could feel the faint, slow beat of his pulse. It wasnāt normal. He shouted for paramedics. The rest of the night and the next day or so after was a blurry assault of red and blue flickering and the squabbled yelling of medics and doctors. He woke up in the care of Spring Man, having to endure listening to the story retold by him and feeling his heart contort and rot inside of him as he was told in an itemized list the things heād ruined for everyone. He and Spring Man were temporarily decommissioned, the Grand Prix was indefinitely postponed, and millions of fans were left disappointed. All because of him.
He cursed, throwing the pillow over his eyes so he wouldnāt have to stare at the ceiling anymore. What he felt was worse was the fact that Spring Man now felt, in his own words, āindebtedā to him; after he was released from the hospitalās care, Spring Man insisted that Ninjara spend the next night or two over at his place so that he could ensure that he was well enough to be off on his own again, and, Ninjara too woozy from the heavy pain medication to be in a fully conscious state, obliged. Spring Man had been caring for him and apologizing profusely all day, making sure he had everything he needed at all times; this made Ninjara feel something rise in his chest that he couldnāt explain, but he didnāt need explanation to know that it was foreign, and that he didnāt like it. His face reddened when he heard the door creak, tossing the pillow to the end of the bed.
āHey, dude; here you go. Midol is good, right? It works for me, so..hopefully itāll work for you.ā Spring placed a cap with three white pills and a small glass of water on the nightstand, Ninjara hastily grabbing them and propping his back up on the bedframe so he could take them. ā..Thank you..Spring Man.ā He said, his voice hoarse, but still sounding considerably calm. Spring Man rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling. āNo, no, no need to thank me. I owe it to āya. You can..call me Roy, by the way.ā He began, taking a sip of out of the coffee mug he brought with him. ā..I..should be the one whoās sorry,ā He muttered between a sip, āI hurt you real bad. I shouldāve stopped when I had the chance. I just-I get real caught up in the action when I fight. I couldnāt even register your face, I was so invested. I need to be moreā¦perceptive, I guessā¦regardless, something like this will never happen again. I swear.ā He said. Shame laced his voice, Ninjara shifting uncomfortably, his face flustered with fever and that other bizarre feeling which he prayed was malaise. āD-donāt feel bad. I get rather invested into fighting myself. The Grand Prix makes anyone much more competitive. You just wanted to win..I respect you for that.ā Ninjara said, chasing the pills that slid roughly down his throat. He downed the rest of the glass soon after, relieved by the feeling that cooled his burning hot throat. Spring Man frowned, his guilt feeling like a rock suspended in his chest, but he simply nodded, not wanting to upset Ninjara, even with as much as he wanted to spill his heart out and tell him how sorry he was as many times as he could. āWell..at any rate, donāt hesitate to call me if you need anything. Or text me..whatever the urgency, I guess.ā He said, pushing himself gently off of the bed. Ninjara gave him a halfhearted smile, nodding. He watched him leave, something inside of him compelling him to call him back in. Just as he was about to close the door, the ninja blurted. āW-wait..could you s-stay a while?ā
Spring Man turned on his heels. āThis is, ahā¦kind of embarrassing, butā¦I have trouble sleeping when, umā¦thrust into new places like this. Could you sit in here with me for a bit..?ā Ninjara quietened at the end. The last thing he wanted was for Spring Man to think that he was needy, or immature, but his expression comforted him afterwards. āSure, man! Donāt sweat it.ā The fighter walked back in, setting his mug on the sidetable and hopping into the bed next to Ninjara, who felt like he was going to melt. As feverishly hot as Ninjara was, Spring Man gave off a comfortable warmth that made him want to rest his head on his shoulder. āI..appreciate it, Roy. Youāve helped me a lotā¦I really donāt deserve it.ā He murmured. Spring Man frowned. āOf course you deserve it! Iām happy to help you, understand? Youāre important to me, so itās no problem, really.ā Ninjara winced. Important..to him? He laughed hoarsely, face flushing red. āY-youāre important to me, too.ā
Ninjara had been asleep for a while, Spring Man too distracted on his phone to get up. He jumped when he felt the soft, green head of hair beside him nestle himself into the crook of his arm. Spring Man blushed, staring down at his tired features and his stubbly jawline for a while before smiling softly and running a hand through his hair. Ninjara was very cute, that was for sure. At this point, maybe it was time to tell him how he felt? Spring Man mulled over that though, sighing, laying his phone down on the nightstand. He nestled himself into bed, resting Ninjaraās head near the crook of his neck.
