💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss
Iruka responds to the kiss in kind, despite his stance that the busy hospital lobby is a public space, and only minimal public displays of affection are generally appropriate in public spaces.
The kiss tastes like copper, dirt, and sweat and Iruka tries to fill it with as much affection and reassurance as possible. He’s in a lot of pain right now, fingers curling against Sasuke’s cheek, breaths heavy and labored. His fingers leave behind smears of dirt and blood when he pulls them away.
There’s medics buzzing around the room, though no one is bothering them at the moment, suggesting they do not need to or that they are too afraid to. Both are equally likely. Sasuke’s eye is an intense bright red, and that has a tendency to scare people away. Iruka puts their foreheads together. His skin is clammy.
“You need to go back, alright? The village needs you right now. The medics will take care of me.” He takes a few heavier breaths, stifled by the pain. “Help them, so they can do their jobs.”