— ݁꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ݁ sanzu’s high, reckless, and completely unfiltered… and somehow, between slurred words and sloppy grins, he’s confessing that he can’t stop thinking about you—the nurse who keeps him alive in bonten chaos.
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The infirmary room smelled faintly of antiseptic and overbrewed coffee, but Sanzu didn’t notice. He was sprawled across the edge of the bed, one eye half-closed, a crooked grin tugging at his lips as he reached for your hand without thinking.
“You… you know, you’re stupid,” he slurred, but the warmth in his voice betrayed the words. “Stupid… for being… for being the only one I… I don’t know… can’t stop thinking about.”
You knelt beside him, heart thudding, half exasperated and half… something else entirely. “Sanzu…” you started softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from his damp forehead, “are you serious right now?”
He squinted at you, his usual swagger laced with vulnerability. “Of course I’m serious… you’re the one who patches me up every damn time, huh? And… I don’t know, I just…” His hand gripped yours tighter, shaky but determined. “I can’t… I can’t stand it if you’re not around.”
You swallowed, your chest warm and tight all at once. The reckless, chaotic delinquent in front of you—the one who usually terrified everyone around him—was looking at you with something like honesty, raw and unfiltered. And for a moment, you almost forgot to breathe.
“You’re… really high, Sanzu,” you said, letting a small laugh escape. “But… you’re cute when you’re like this.”
A grin spread across his face, half-teasing, half-sincere. “Cute, huh? Hah… yeah… I guess… maybe… if it means I get to… stay close to you.” He leaned just enough to rest his forehead against yours, eyes softening. “Promise me… promise me you’ll stay, okay?”
You nodded, heart fluttering. “I’ll stay. I’m not going anywhere.”
Sanzu’s grin widened, sloppy but genuine. “Good… ’cause… you’re mine, got it?” His voice was possessive but tender, and somehow, in that chaotic, drunken mess of words, you felt… safe.
And there you stayed—kneeling beside him, holding his hand, letting the storm of Bonten outside fade into nothing. Because right now, in the messy, flustered, completely unfiltered moment that was just the two of you, Sanzu was yours, and you were his. And somehow, it was perfect.