#//F1n just 'nope I am going to patch you up you get no say in this'

[truly-quirkless]

@bakenochi asked:

Knocking on Fin's door, panting, Himiko was trembling. It's hard to stay on her feet.

"C'mon...Fin....please open the door-" Blood dripped to the ground, some hers, some not. The door opened, finally, and she almost cried in relief. "Your apartment was closer, I'm sorry-"

She stumbled, knife dropping from her hand, her body going down next.

[Unprompted. || Accepting!]

They'd just finished eating their own meal (yet another night of takeout), halfway through changing into night attire when they'd heard a knock on the door- then the bell- another knock. Prism took off at the bell, as did Fin- though in opposing directions. It didn't take more than a few seconds for them to barrel down the steps, the door opening- it's never hard to tell when something's an emergency. Not with the amount of banging and bell-ringing that had been going on, though the knocks had grown fainter with every iteration. A reason to practically run, tear through their own apartment until they'd flung the door open to ask just what was happening- and hazel eyes landed on that bloodied frame.

"Toga--?!" And she was falling. Thank God for fast reaction times- they'd already been trying to remember where their first aid kit was. Crimson painted their arms and shirt as they tried to hold the girl upright. Thank God for their boost. "--the Hell happened---? I- nevermind- just-" And they were trying to hold her, trying to help her practically stumble into their apartment without a second thought, the knife only barely on their mind. "---c'mon,- I'll get you cleaned up, dear." A fraction of that southern hospitality bleeding through.

Fin had seen plenty of beaten up bodies in their life- plenty of downed enemies and their own bruised and bloodied frame when they were younger- but to see someone they cared about in such a state,...it was nearly enough to make their blood boil. Whoever had done this to her,...they'd pay if they tried again, Fin was certain.

"I've got you." They wouldn't hear a word of protest- even if one was uttered, Fin didn't stop. They didn't care as crimson dribbled onto the wooden floorboards, as they attempted to get their friend up the steps. She was just a kid, she didn't deserve to endure this. They'd fight anyone on that point.