"are you...? Oh my God you are." WITH LEE!GIN LER!TACHI 🙏🙏🙏🙏
Gin doesn't often let people get close to her; in fact, hardly anyone besides her brother; so, on the rare occasion that Tachihara joins that list, he tends to feel rather special.
Unfortunately, now isn't really the time, but she's not shoving him away as he tries to dress her wounds, so he considers it a win.
"I can do it myself," she hisses, wincing as he tries cleaning a scrape on her shoulder.
"Fuck off and let me help you," he spits back, pressing a bit deeper than necessary—which is mean, yes, but he knows she can take it.
Her shirt is torn, revealing a gash on her side. He tugs at the hem of her shirt, glances at her, wordlessly asking if it's alright. She rolls her eyes and nods.
It looks fine, not very deep, so he rips off part of his shirt to wrap it with. It'll be alright until someone who actually knows what they're doing can help her.
He reaches around to her other side so he can secure the fabric. She twitches as his hand brushes her skin.
"Oh?"
"Now's not the time," she mumbles, voice quieting down into her regular soft tone. She's shy.
"Are you—"
"Michizou—"
"You are."
"I'm hurt, you b-bahastard—" she squeaks, breathy giggles starting to spill out as he runs his fingers over her side.
Tachihara grins, continuing for a few seconds longer before pulling back, because really, now is not the time. She huffs at him before she stands up and grabs his hand, pulling him along to their destination.
He'll save it for later.
