A request where mc and the ghouls were on a mission and mc ended up tripping and the ghoul also tripped on top of mc as well and mc is like face down against the floor and tells the ghoul to get off her since their chest hurts any character you wish and any ending you wish
Warnings: Monster/anomalies mentioned - usually the same one per dorm, blood mention and lots of hand holding, reader is Mc, gender neutral.
I've Fallen And I Can't Get Up
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Pressure was pumping through his veins, the adrenaline to catch up to you as loud as his pumping heart in his veins. Everything moved faster than his vision could keep up with yet his ears were so attuned to you. Every breaking twig, stumbling step, fearing hearing the absolute worst if he didn't make it in time.
Your squeak felt too loud, like a rattle to his bones- his feet move faster than his brain twisting and curving roughly against the solid grass. Haru winced, the feeling of his paper bones crumpling instantly, pressure built but he refused to crumple so fast. Pushing off with his good foot, trying to ignore the sting it all came out in a brutal recoil. One foot crumbling over the other at a brutal pace.
The loud thud of body meeting body enough to knock the air square from his lungs and forced out harshly through his mouth. The rotation of the other body mingling with his own until cruelly until he met a brutal and abrupt sto. The forests constant crickets a soundtrack barely audible over his rough breathing, eyes desperately staring up at the night sky while thinking about the choices that got him here.
"Haru... Haru get off... Haru... My chest... Hurts"
"[YN]!" His voice broke into excitement behind brutal breaths, rolling off you quickly to turn you over. Just thankful that he found you. Pulling you up and into his arms, hanging onto you like a precious stone. "Haha... Sorry bout that...hard to see when I'm goin' so fast. You okay?"
"y... Yeah... In ... A minute."
"Great! Cause my foot is busted..."
"..." A slow dread wound over your features. Knowing you'll have to hold Haru the whole way back... He offered you an apologetic smile, promising he came here just to save you, you know.
Grass shifted, fast, hard beneath the soft playful winds while the more animal than man Towa practically skipped after you like this was a game. "Eheheh~" escaped past his lips, your pretty hair and overtly floral scent leading him forward as though the invisible string of destiny tied him to you.
Compared to him. The anomaly was nothing.
He hummed sweetly, catching up to you with ease, quick to grasp your hands chilled by the night air, offering you the most lovesick smile. The power flowing through his veins like a shot of adrenaline, his skin tingled everywhere you touched. Aching brutally for more of the intoxicating feeling.
"You don't need to be so scared, dandelion~ you worry too easily~ just say the word and I'll make it all go awa-"
"TOWA!" You half scream, looking back over your shoulder horrified.
A signal if he had ever heard one, gripping your hand harshly, yanking you toward him with the force you'd never felt come from his lanky arms. The musical sound of your gasp lingering in his brain with the force such a feat brought, pulling your arm around his neck, the other sneakily sliding beneath your body.
"STOP SCARING THEM!" He yelled at the anomaly, frustrated - winds turning harsh in an instant - blowing past the thick fabric of his sweater. The sweet floral scent of you tickling his nose.
Well - at least it was. Unfortunately even whimsy doesn't protect you from your powers, especially when they're amplified, and very quickly you were swept up in the flurry. He held you tight, even still refusing to let your hand go until he felt the harsh reality of gravity. He whined, wincing at the painful sensation.
"t... Towa... Off... My chest-"
"Dandelion~!" He beamed, nestling into your neck happily, tightening his arms around you with the world's most content hum. "Why move~?" The low murmur of his voice brushing against the soft skin of your neck, "it's much more romantic so close, don't you think~?"
Life's least favorite man had his hand clamped harshly around your mouth with your hand over his, trying not to be too obvious by the tremble in his fingers. The thick lumbering sound of the anomaly shook the very ground, branches harshly snapping on things he didn't wanna fucking find out. Fearing it was bone and marrow. Why did he always wind up being the shaggy of the group? And why were you always his Scooby doo? Couldn't he be Velma, just once.
His eyes squeezed shut, taking in a forced deep breath, the floral scent coming off your hand lingering in his nose against his will. He wished he never screamed. He wished you never screamed. Perhaps if this thing could see you would both be so fucked it wouldn't be funny.
A small shared glance was all it took, not even bothering to shift your heads out of fear for the sound. The anomaly cried out in annoyance, having lumbered right past you... Just barely. He couldn't let it gain on either of you. Glancing down and back up on you - trying to signal for you to watch your steps, you offered a hasty nod. A silent internal prayer that you knew what he meant, he then slowly slid his hand off your mouth. Shaking it off wish a harsh squint. His skin tingling even after your ringed finger left his mouth, you truly were a walking adrenaline shot to the senses.
If only his sigma worked like that clowns, he could just scream and flail out of here, but demons and life both hated him. His steps slow, mindful and each one filled with much more dread than the last. Slowly picking up speed the further the distance became - not risking the chance at freedom. His fingers tightening around your wrist without a thought, starting to pick up speed until you were both running with little care about the noise. Harsh pants painting his lungs, trying to shove them out of his nose but his mouth opened, starting to hear something - of which he didn't dare look back on.
Perhaps it was just instinct or something deeper he dare not name, his fingers pulling you forward and whipping you forward before his mind could catch up with his actions. A soft squeak passing through your mouth as you quickly tripped from the new placement and fell forward - his foot snagged on yours and instantly he tumbled stop you. Twigs kept breaking - his arms secured over his head and yours, a warm and snug shield for the end of your life.
"Ren?" Harus chirpy voice rung out from a distance.
A thick red blush easily spread across Ren's features, face to face with the back of your neck and scented with the flowers that always lingered on your skin. Screaming and revolting right off you, holding up his arm over his face like he'd been burned right across the cheeks while you complained about the sudden slam. He argued loudly that he was just saving your fucking life and you fell through!
He didn't speak to you the rest of the night. Claiming it was to hide better from the anomaly.
Zombification. Not exactly something hard to diagnose, but something extremely hard to keep contained. Even harder to cure. The Laurel Crown rested upon its very fate, if he could figure this out, if he could just cure it there would be no way they could deny him! His great! Masterful! Work! And those apathetic narcissists would have to concede who they were and bow at his feet!
You couldn't leave him now.
Your hand was clasped with his; forced to act as his right hand as different equations ran through his mind at top speed. Jiro was sitting in the corner, unable to help with his Hazmat suit making him too clunky to assist in any capacity. You two could at least subside with masks, scrubs, gloves and no exposed wounds - for now - with the only bare skin being your joined hands. Usually he would blush at the contact yet his face was a furrow of concentration and stubborn persistence.
The occasional thuds at the door, slams sometimes depending on who passed by, every time you'd jolt he'd remind you to focus. Even as blood slid beneath the bottom of the door in a deep pool, he simply asked Jiro to mop it up in a tone so clinical it was almost devoid of feeling.
The only problem was testing.
He couldn't risk you who had given him everything to unlocking his full potential. That was dangerous. But risking his best friend wasnt exactly thrilling either. Perhaps his mistake was entrusting Jiro to make a plan while he made alternative options for testing...
In an instant he carted you away, hand tightened so harshly around your digits he would have worried about cutting off circulation. Each step harsher than the last as his feet hit the ground, feeling the brutal steps pumping pain through his feet and up his legs from exertion. But he couldn't stop, they were hot on both of you, your floral scent barely masking his own innately fleshy one, and while these creatures couldn't see you - they could certainly smell and hear you. They didn't want you - hell, they would have avoided you, you were tainted meat, he was fresh for the taking.
So why did he prioritize you? Why was Yuri holding on so tightly even though by all marks you would be alright without him? The question still sat in his brain to this day, unanswered.
How he shoved you into a room, barely managing to slam the door behind him with clinking vials in his hands before his legs - having lost the adrenaline in the prospect of safety - gave out entirely. A loud yelp escaping his lips as he fell forward, too worried about his specimens to realize what had happened while holding them up with one hand over his head.
"Y... Yuri..." Your voice whimpered, trying to sit up while his weight was crushing onto you. A panicked murmur escaping his lips with squeezed shut eyes. He almost couldn't bare to look.
"Yuri please ... Get off. My chest ... It hurts - "
"M-MY APOLOGIES!" He almost slapped himself from how loudly he screamed.
Yuri's eyes shot open, face blaring red as he hastily stumbled off you, staring hastily at you, at the vials, at the room. You. You were unharmed- visually at least - not a tare in your scrubs. Nor a zombie in the room... This peace would be fragile, temporary... But at least we knew one thing.
"it works," Yuri scoffed, eyes blazing with pride - almost as if he was shocked as well, "it ... Really works." Jiro nodded, humming in agreement - oh good... He almost forgot.
Zombification, nothing new, it was almost boring in how classic it was. But surely a lot more cumbersome for someone as Jiro in such a position, practically handicapping Mortkraken with this suit he had to wear. Breathing in it fogged his glasses while he monitored the room around you lazily. Yuri's vials clinking together, you desperately trying to help in some passive way while his large form remained against the furniture piled near the door.
A futile effort, he thought, once they catch a whiff of the humanity lurking in this room it will all be over. He had 2 duties, protect you and protect Yuri. Fairly simple if he didn't have to deal with this suit that impaired his movement and speed. A rather smug smile crossed his face while staring at you as a morbid thought crossed his mind.
He didn't get a chance to finish the thought. Already being procured to collect a zombie in some fashion... Well, alright then. You and Yuri prepare yourselves by the side door in case things go awry, Jiro proceeds with his usual languid detachment. The ease of the task - slamming the door harshly behind one zombie he dragged in.
... Maybe that was bad. That was bad, right? The sound?
Grasping the pathetic welp by the neck, Jiro restrained it in a headlock, the creature squirmed and thrashed - trying to bite at plastic that didn't budge under the unrestrained weight of teeth. His hands forcing the mouth open as Yuri threw the vial to the best of his abilities.
Every moment weighted with baited breath, the attempted biting slowly stilling as color returned to the general students face, recognition slowly and horrifyingly crossing his eyes. The man falling to his knees after a few minutes and tears coming out in droves.
Whatever he did, it wasn't Jiro's problem. His problem was wrapping this man's wounds before the exposure to such an outbreak would trigger it back.
BAM- the door started to shake, the more viable flesh and freed blood had unfortunately attracted attention back to the door.
Leave the poor sap and run with his tasks in hand. He didn't have the time to barricade fast enough and so far the bites weren't vital on the students skin, Jiro wasted no time. Grabbing the two of you like you were nothing but suitcases and taking the back exit. Yuri yelling at the student to follow - but Jiro didn't bother waiting. Running wasn't his strong suit, but long strides and limber maneuvers were. Attached room after attached room, following the stark directions from Yuri like a vehicle in motion.
Practically throwing you and Yuri into the safest room in all of Mortkraken while quickly following. Locking the door instantly and slamming object after object that he could in front of it. Hopefully to block the scent and that yours would mask what remained of Yuri's.
His foot quickly catching on the leg of a dresser and before he knew it, the loud splat against the ground was him. Or so he thought. But a warmth started to permeate from beneath the thick suit, unable to see as well as he would have liked from the range of his suit.
"Jiroooo-" that was your voice, muscled. More immensely than the suit usually gave, only to realize the vibrations ringing against it were from your mouth. Oh. Yes.
With an especially concerted effort, Jiro's strong hands pushed up - wounds starting to sting from exertion as his vision clouded. Your words coming to him so loudly yet muffled, closer to if you yelled at him through water. It was happening again...
"... Get Yuri." His voice came out far weaker than expected.
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