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a papercut, or a scrape of an elbow or knee -- that was the extent of the injuries that akane usually received. most were due to her own clumsiness at that. though, those injuries were small little things; miniscule in comparison to the way ran's body looked right now. at the thought, an uncomfortable feeling of worry took hold; seagreen eyes look him over -- maybe, she should stay with him, here, a little while longer?

" oh yeah? " bright eyes lift to catch his smile, and akane shakes her head. " i'm good, thanks. but, i'll -- take your word for it. " she tilts her head down, refocusing her attention as she finishes dressing the last open wound on his arm. she'd tried to be quick with the action, yet akane was sure that ran had caught her own tiny smile: happy that he still had a sense of humor, & relieved he wasn't the other guy.

a brief silence passes, and with it, akane takes a moment to reflect on how different the two of them really were. they live in the same town and yet are from two very different worlds. her day had consisted of: a boss battle, fixing the 'r' key with some duct tape on her dying laptop, and making ran's bento -- and his day? --- well, the red on her hands, spoke for itself. akane shouldn't want to be near him; and for her own good, she probably should stay far away. but, not matter what she does ... she can't. and she doesn't want too, either.

it's his voice that pulls akane from the depths of her thoughts. " hm ? " she even finds herself blinking her eyes a few times before his perfect features come back into focus. " oh! -- no, i .. i just have some practice. i used to do this for kotaru all the time. it's not the games - " she admits with a shrug of her shoulders as she reaches for a damp cloth to wipe her hands clean. as she does so, she glances up, and catches a splotch of red on ran's cheek.

before her hands reach the cloth, one lifts instead, to settle on ran's cheek. on instinct, her small thumb swipes the blood away - as if it was never there at all. a soft smile finds akane; she's never been this close in prominity too him before. and it's here that akane can see the creases of his eyes when he smiles, and before she realizes it, her hand, has lingered. perhaps a little too long, brushing against his cheek. !

!!!! quickly, like a bold of lightning just struck her, akane pulls her hand back and haphazardly dunks both of her small hands into the bowl of water while clearing her throat & mentally kicking herself. " uhh-- yeah, s-sure! we can do that! " looking over her shoulder, akane tries to smile with what courage she has left, as she cleans her hands. " do you ... have a console? i can stay a bit! i mean. - if you want me too. "

ㅤ›› ㅤ@ofluminance asked: ㅤ↪ send "hold still…" for your muse/s to treat my muse/s wounds!

" would you please just hold still?! " with a huff, akane looks at ran from the corner of her sea green eyes, sternly, as her hands slip amongst his wound once more. if he kept this up, she wasn't sure that she'd ever get it bandaged. it was bad enough that she was his bento chef and delivery woman, but now she was going to have to add personal nurse to her list of daily chores for him. this time, with a hint of concern, akane wraps the bandage tight, sealing it with medical tape. " you have to be careful for the next day or so, okay? hey, i'm serious. if that opens back up, you won't need me, you'll need a hospital. " though she may not seem it, akane is worried for ran. it's not every day that when she drops off his bento, she finds him like this. were these gangs really so violent? / sorry not sorry hehe :)

𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧. stranger still is the fact that he lets it happen.

ran doesn't mean to get akane in trouble. he never intended to let her get this closeㅤ───ㅤclose enough to know he bleeds, close enough to see that blood, close enough to smear it all over her hands ( hands that are meant for preparing cute bentos and braiding her hair and playing games in her spare time, like any other normal girl her age should do ), close enough to learn that the infamy of his surname in this world was less gang fights at a parking lot after school and more crime that could only be quelled with a bullet to the chest.

luckily, no guns were involved in this conflict. but pocket knives were much easier to obtain, and a lot more difficult to detect when pulled out at the last second; ran cannot complain, thoughㅤ───ㅤhe's never been one to play by the rules, and he injures more than is injured by weapons brought to a fist fight.

he smiles at her and says, cheekily,ㅤㅤ‘ㅤyou should see the other guy.ㅤ’ㅤㅤ

though quipped as a joke to lessen the gravity of the situation and wipe the worried frown from her face to an exasperated one instead, it's no lie; very few can boast about their feat of injuring a haitani, because any attack landed would be retaliated thrice as severely. the cut on ran's arm was not as incapacitating as the blow his baton had dealt to his opponent's temple, much more silent than the sickening crack of a skull, and he wonders if akane would still want to treat his injury if she knew how he got it.

he continues watching her work, voice playful.

ㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤyou're good at this.ㅤ’ㅤㅤran's less impressed than the words should imply. this is no source of surprise, after all; it made sense that a girl like akane would have gentle hands meant to heal others, not made to injure, like his were... but it does make him wonder when this difference between them began to matter to him at all.ㅤㅤ‘ㅤdid you learn this from your video games? maybe you should let me join you sometime.ㅤ’