towerofanimus | The Bruised E/Shoutarou Won't Admit It

Characters: Shoutarou and YOU.
Setting: Cafeteria, Dorms, or somewhere in between, including stairwells.
Format: Starting prose, but cool with matching.
Summary: After his run-in with Mistress 9, Shoutarou seeks painkillers and ice for the killer bruise he's gonna be hosting for a bit. Why do the infirmary and cafeteria have to be so far from the dorms?
Warnings: Nothing to start.

First stop, the kitchen - hunt down a plastic bag. Fill it with ice. Now, Shou gingerly holds it against his chest, and tries to pace himself up the stairs to the infirmary. Get some asprin or something similar here, and then stubbornly try to make it up the stairs to the dorms...

...and arrive a half-hour-ish later from taking his time. That took a lot more effort and time than he would've preferred, but he's stubborn. Shou stumbles to his room, and carefully lays down on his bed, hat resting over his face, icepack on his chest with a pained groan. He left the door open, though.

_{[Feel free to encounter him at any point - if you're in medical, you're welcome to try and detain him - he's pretty damn headstrong, though.]}

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"Gragh!" Shoutarou grunts as he hits the bed from her shove, dropping his hat in the process.

Before he can protest, his shirt is open, and Francisca will find herself staring at a large, saucer-size bruise on his chest. "...some bedside manner you've got there."

"If you wanted sweet mothering care, you should have tried seducing Canada instead," she snaps, irritation rising as she sees the bruise on his chest. Her fingers are gentle though as they trace the edges of the bruise. "Now... who did this to you?"

Her eyes snap up for a moment to narrow as she examines his face. "And I swear by all that is holy that if you so much as think about using the running into a door or falling down the stairs excuses-"

Shoutarou forces a laugh at her comment, though it's a bit awkward. "Ahah..."

Time to try and recover some face, though.

He looks back at her, expression serious. "Some new girl thought she'd blast out of the windows, and I was in the wrong place at the wrong time when the beam ricocheted."

"A girl...?" She blinks and suddenly it seems to make a bit more sense.

Men, she thinks with a roll of her eyes, placing the ice pack over the bruise. "Which is worse, the bruise on your chest or the one on your ego?" she teases.

There's a pause before Shou finally sighs, putting a hand over his face.

"You see through me again..."

She leans down and kisses the back of his hand over his face. "You aren't the best at concealing things, cher."

"But then, that makes you an honest man at least, non?"

He raises his hand away from his face, and puts it on her shoulder. "Yeah... I wear my heart on my sleeve, and then I try and cover it up again."

The honesty comment gets a nod, but he's looking away.

She smiles and kisses his cheek. "At least it is a good heart."

A huffy sigh leaves him, but he smiles, that hand raising up to rest on the back of Francisca's head. "Thanks..."

Francisca chuckles and nuzzles his cheek. "Should I leave you to rest then?"

Shoutarou closes his eyes, that hand gripping her hair a bit. The closeness was rather nice, to tell the truth.

"Well, I wouldn't object to the company."

She smiles and nudges him aside a bit on the small bed, moving so she can lay down next to him. "And I wouldn't object to spending some time with you in a bed - though I will admit this is different to the usual activities I take part in on a bed."

Shoutarou chuckles as he moves over, easing an arm around her as she lays there. "Alas, if I had been a bit faster, this could be quite different circumstances."

Francisca snorts and puts an arm over his waist, adjusting the icepack on his chest first to make sure it wouldn't roll off. "I get the feeling your roommate, the Doctor, might have objected to us making use of the room for such activities anyway."

A wry grin shows up on his face. "I don't know - he might be curious about it. No telling with that guy..." He sighs, then smiles. "I trust him, though. He seems on the level, and his motivation is infectious."

"He seems to be missing a few marbles," she mutters quietly, but shrugs. "But he seems to be a genuine man- uh, alien."

Shoutarou nods. "Maybe so, but the eccentric ones can sometimes be the best allies, in my experience."

"They are most often the ones with tricks up their sleeves, so I guess they can be useful."

"Very useful," he answers, followed by a quiet sigh.

The Bruised E/Shoutarou Won't Admit It

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