#maybe set during g-rev who knows hehe

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"bandaging each other up and sharing a tender moment, grabbing your lover's face and not being able to let go" for TyHil.

Can you write this?

SIMY I'M SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT!! Tumblr never showed me the notification for this ask, I just randomly opened the inbox today and I saw this 😭😭😭

This is very rushed and not exactly similar to the prompt, but I hope you like it and I'm sorry for tumblr being stupid with my asks 🥺

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Tyson drew in a sharp breath and gritted his teeth as he muffled a cry, the stinging pain he felt when the cotton swab made contact with his wound only lasted for a moment, but he had a reputation to maintain, particularly in front of the person sitting across from him. He managed to keep a straight face while Hilary continued to dab the cotton across the scar on his cheek with utmost concentration.

“Honestly, I leave you guys alone for a minute…” She murmured to herself as she dropped the used cotton swab and rummaged through the first aid box for a bandage.

“He started it.” Tyson replied feebly, already aware that if the sight of the cut across his cheek had made Hilary mad, things would only get worse once she found out what caused it.

“He is a child,” She shook her head, “And you should know better.”

“Just because he’s younger than us, doesn’t mean that I’m not a child too.” Tyson protested, frowning.

“Clearly.” Hilary passed him a pointed look and he rolled his eyes at her.

When it came to her own arguments with Daichi, she was as childish as him, if not more, so Tyson considered if he should remind her to follow her own advice sometimes. But seeing as she was the one patching him up, he decided to let the taunt slide for now.

“And what exactly did Daichi do that resulted in that?” Hilary asked, eyebrows arched with suspicion.

Tyson gulped nervously, immediately avoiding eye contact with the brunette out of embarrassment. It had been annoying enough for him to experience and he shouldn’t have to recount the stupidity of it all. However, since Hilary wasn’t exactly the type to let things go and Tyson was in a rush to get back on his feet so he could chase Daichi and extract his revenge, he decided that nothing good will come out of beating around the bush. As for protecting his reputation, he’d have to let that take the back seat for now.

“He launched his beyblade at my face.”

Hilary stopped her rummaging and looked at him wide-eyed, too stunned to speak she just raised her eyes upwards and sighed heavily, before resuming her search for the perfect bandage. While Tyson did find the sudden silence uncomfortable, he was glad that she hadn’t laughed at him, which is what he was expecting everyone else to do. He could’ve easily dodged the attack under normal circumstances, but the little gremlin had appeared out of nowhere and was somehow under the impression that if you launch a beyblade at someone they’d return the favour, only Tyson didn’t have Dragoon on him at the time and Daichi couldn’t recall his in time, so it grazed past Tyson’s face, leaving behind a clean trail on his cheek.

“Well thankfully, the cut isn’t too deep and it should heal in a few days if you keep it covered.”

Hilary finally pulled out what she needed from the box and leaned in to inspect the wound on his face.

Keeping a straight face while she had cleaned the wound with the stinging antiseptic hadn’t been half as difficult as it was now, with her bare knees resting lightly against his and her face close enough for him to rub his nose against hers. He felt his breath get caught in his throat when she placed the bandage across his cheek, her fingers softly tracing its outline to ensure that it was tightly in place, sending shivers down his spine when they lingered for a moment on his cheek before she pulled her hand back. She said something, or Tyson thought she did, but nothing registered in his brain when she dipped her head slightly to do a final check and he caught a whiff of her shampoo as the top of her head almost tickled his nose. Was it vanilla or caramel, he couldn’t quite tell, but it was sweet and addictive and Tyson couldn’t stop himself from letting it consume him.

How could this be legal, he thought to himself, how could they just allow girls to walk around smelling like this?

He heard a light ringing in his ears, and when he focused his eyes on Hilary, he could see that her lips were moving, but it was impossible for him to pay attention now. Even after she had moved back, her familiar scent lingered in the air around him, making his throat feel dry and scratchy, as if he would die of thirst if he didn’t taste something sweet this very minute. But it couldn’t be just anything sweet either, Tyson realised, it had to come from Hilary, it had to be whatever she had used to put this spell on him.

He watched as she frowned at him, obviously upset that he wasn’t responding to her but a little worried too, and his hands twitched at his side. She was still so close, so easily within his reach, all he had to do was reach out and he’d be able to pull her towards him effortlessly, lean his forehead against hers, cup her chin in the palm of his hand and tilt it towards him, lower his head and a second later his thirst would be quenched by-

“Earth to Tyson!”

“What?!”

Tyson leapt up in surprised in his seat at the sound of her shrill voice penetrating right through his dangerous train of thought. He scowled at her, for being so loud and for interrupting right when he’d been getting to the good part...and then immediately dropped the attitude, realising that some times Hilary could read his mind like a book and if she were to glance into it right now, he’d be in some deep trouble.

“I said, I’m done. So you can go catch Daichi now.” She glared at him, speaking slowly so that he’d finally listen to her.

“Right. Daichi.”

Tyson licked his lips in an attempt to calm his racing heartbeat and empty his head of any thoughts pertaining to Hilary or her shampoo. His ears turned slightly red at how squeaky his voice sounded and out of embarrassment over the fact that his brain was still not ready to form full sentences yet which didn’t go amiss by the brunette and she eyed him suspiciously.

“Are you sure Daichi didn’t hit your head with his bey too?”

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