Uta, Shuu, and Yomo with an s/o who is extremely calm in dangerous or painful situations like setting themselves of fire by accident or getting stabbed? Thank you beforehand if you decide to do this ask.
No problem at all, I’ll do my best! I decided to do them all getting stabbed and their s/o being a ghoul.
Uta was impressed, and that’s something he couldn’t say often.
They were breathing heavily, but other than that they showed no signs of fear or pain. They were laying in HySy’s main floor - probably not the best idea, Uta didn’t own a mop - with a pocket knife sticking out of their abdomen. Their dinner had put up a good fight, but they had won. As always.
“You’re going to have too,” they said. “I can’t.”
Uta bent towards them. His long, graceful fingers laced around the silver handle.
“Straight out,” they mumbled, closing their eyes. “Don’t twist it or anything.”
“Trust me,” Uta said, ripping the knife out swiftly. “ I’ve had a few of these to the face, you know.”
Shuu tightened his coat sleeve around their arm. He wasn’t sure why; he knew they’d heal in a matter of minutes. In fact, they seemed more calm than he was.
“I’m fine,” they insisted. “It was a scratch.”
“With a knife,” Shuu sighed. “If you hadn’t put you’re arm up they would have cut your chest.”
They huffed. They knew they should have been paying more attention, but it’s not like anyone died. Well, anyone that mattered.
They untied Shuu’s coat from their arm. Their cut was beginning to heal.
“I got blood all over your coat,” they complained. “I can’t believe you bandaged me up with this giant thing.”
“Should I start bringing bandages?” Shuu teased.
Yomo carefully lowered them into the bathtub, hoping the water wasn’t too hot or cold. They sighed, leaning back and letting the water relax their muscles. From the look on their partner’s face, Yomo needed a hot bath more than they did.
“I’m fine,” they promised. “I’m healed and everything.”
Yomo slipped his shirt off. He sat on the edge of the tub and dipped a loofa in the water, carefully squeezing their favorite body wash onto it. They leaned forward, letting him gently wash their back and shoulders. His fingers grazed their ribs; there wasn’t even a scar from the wound that was there minutes before.
“You worry too much,” they whispered, turning their head for a kiss. Yomo pecked their lips before returning to their back.
“Only because I have so much to lose.”
I hope these were alright! Thanks for the request. xo - mun C