@girldangers wanted an ot3 thread and who am i to deny him??
every day can't go smoothly. in fact, every day won't go smoothly. it'll be so damn rough that someone ends up stabbed and spitting up blood, but thankfully only the former applies to arata. if he were spitting up blood, that would either mean a hospital trip and paying off some doctors or... well, his death. probably. he's no expert. he's the guy who throws the punches and smiles all warmly to assure everyone he's just fine. this isn't anything he hasn't gone through before.
but it does fucking suck and mostly because he can see the panic in chiyo's eyes and the concern on cheri's face. he hates being the reason they're upset. the threat's being carted off to undergo questioning, the two of them are safe, and arata's still breathing albeit battered. they don't need to worry over him. he'll really be fine.
" now, i know what you're thinkin', " he comments, trying not to lean on either of them too much as they lead him into a bathroom. even if he's not the biggest man, he still isn't light. " how am i gonna show up to work tomorrow? well, not to worry -- a leg wound won't stop me from seeing your pretty faces. "
his grin and lighthearted joke are met with a frown from chiyo. " if you show up, i'm dragging you back to bed. "
" aw, c'mon! " his gaze turns to cheri, almost puppylike. " won't you miss me if i stay away? "
