#eishia

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[beingsillyhere]

A bite mark?!

Summary: You ended up having to visit the med area in the base and Eishia noticed something really strange.

Warnings: a tiny bit suggestive, poor Eishia

The mission debrief was over, but the aftermath lingered in the form of a deep, throbbing gash on your forearm. Nothing serious, but it needed proper cleaning and stitching. You sat on a med-bay cot while Eisha, ever-efficient and motherly in her shy concern.

“You all push too hard,” she chided gently, her gloved hands carefully cleaning around the wound. “One day, you’ll leave a piece behind.”

You hissed as the antiseptic bit. “Just a scratch, Eishia.”

“Scratches don’t bring you here.” she murmured, her eyes focused on her work.

As she shifted your arm to get a better angle, the collar of your tank top gaped slightly. Her meticulous gaze, trained to notice every detail, caught something else. Just above your collarbone, peeking out from the fabric, was a vivid, purpling mark. Distinctly circular. Distinctly human.

Her hands stilled. Her eyebrows drew together in pure, clinical concern. “… What is this?”

“Hmm?” You tried to angle away, but it was too late.

“This mark. Here.” She pointed out, her voice dropping to a worried whisper. “It looks… severe. Were you bitten? By what? During the scuffle, did something get close? Some new kind of hostile fauna? We need to report this immediately if there’s an unknown type of trash beast that—”

“No, no, no!” you cut in, your face flooding with heat. “It’s nothing like that! It’s… it’s fine. Really. Just a… a bruise. From the fall.”

Eishia was not convinced. She leaned in, her face a mask of professional alarm. “That is not a bruise from impact. That is a bite mark. The arch is perfect. The spacing of the… the punctures…” She looked up at you, her eyes wide. “You must let me examine it. If it an animal, it could be venomous—”

The med-bay door hissed open, saving you from having to invent a fictional, politely-biting creature. Enjin strolled in, having been told you were getting patched up. His eyes found yours, a lazy smirk already playing on his lips as he took in your flustered expression.

“Hey. Heard you tried to donate your arm to the cause. How’s the patient, Doc?” he asked Eishia, coming to lean against the counter next to your cot.

Eisha, utterly focused on the potential public health crisis, pointed at your collarbone again. “Enjin, look at this. She has a bite mark. She won’t tell me what happened. Do you know if there was any undocumented hostile wildlife in No Man's Land?"

Enjin’s gaze flicked from Eishia’s earnest, worried face to the mark in question. Then to your horrified, pleading eyes. His smirk widened into a full, wicked grin.

“Oh, that?” he said, his voice dripping with faux nonchalance. “Yeah. I know what did that.”

Eisha turned to him, hopeful for intel. “You do? What was it? We need to log its characteristics.”

“Oh, it’s a real menace,” Enjin said, pushing off the counter and taking a step closer. He reached out, not to touch the wound, but to very deliberately hook a finger in the collar of your tank top, tugging it down just a fraction more to expose the mark fully. You swatted at his hand, but he ignored you, his eyes locked on Eishia’s. “Aggressive. Territorial. Single-minded. Really persistent once it gets its teeth into something it wants.”

Eisha blinked, the analytical part of her brain trying to compute. “Is it… canine? Reptilian? The dentition seems almost… primate?”

Enjin let out a low chuckle. “Nah. More of a… sub-species of asshole. Known for being emotionally constipated and having a bad smoking habit.”

It took a second. You saw the exact moment the penny dropped. Eishia’s eyes widened, then darted from the very specific, very fresh bite mark, to Enjin’s smug, possessive expression, to your beet-red face buried in your free hand. Her professional concern melted away, replaced by a slow, deep blush of her own and a sigh of profound exasperation.

“Oh. Oh.” She pulled your collar back up with a sharp, efficient motion, as if covering up evidence. “I see. Well. That is… not a medical issue then. Carry on.” She turned back to your arm, focusing on your wound with sudden, intense concentration, clearly wishing to be anywhere else.

Enjin leaned down, his lips brushing your still-burning ear. “Told you it was a menace,” he whispered, his voice a low, satisfied rumble. “Left a pretty good mark, though. My best work.”

You elbowed him in the ribs, but you were fighting a losing battle against your own smile. Eisha didn’t look up from her work, but you could have sworn you saw her shake her head, a tiny, resigned smile touching her own lips. Some threats, it seemed, didn’t need to be logged.

Poor Eishia.

[m0ldybreadd]

Janka Hanahaki disease AU

I made this purely because of the lack of Hanahaki content I see💔 one of my favorite tropes

[batcatsle]

THE GIRLSSSS

I wanted to give eishia cutiful outfits because she is so cute><

THE LOVE OF MY LIFE, SEMIU AAA. I wanna draw her more💔

[mirstrikesbacks-unofficial]

ICU

[aerithcloud]

Eishia and Riyo are so girlfriends.

[pfpanimes]

⌕ GACHIAKUTA • EPISODE 04.

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[pomeguin]

Cutest maid ever 🥹