toman sanzu x fem! reader tw| mentions of violence
this oneshot was NOT written by me! This person who wishes to be called Anon, wrote it <3 Show some support and love! ♡
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─── 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 a fight with Moebius, Haruchiyo was beaten up, physically and mentally. He's not badly injured but the bruises and wounds that covered his body are tiring him out. His black mask, that covered his two beautiful scars at the corner of his lips, are a bit teared up from the fight earlier.
Tired of walking while on his way home, he decided to take a rest somewhere. He found a quiet playground and sat mindlessly at the swing. As he sat thoughtless, he saw a few people about to pass by the playground he's sitting at. He turned his back from the walkway, tried his best to cover his scars he's secretly insecure about.
As the people passed by, he saw an unfamiliar figure he'd never known was there with him all along, got out of the slide and approached him. The girl suddenly gives out her right hand, signalling him to hand her his little to no damaged mask, while her left hand is holding a bag.
He handed her his mask confusingly as she placed herself on the swing beside him and started to unzip the bag she was holding to take out a needle and a black thread to sew his slightly scratched mask. As she sewed, she signalled him to check the remaining thing inside her bag.
As he examined, he saw an essential oil and an adhesive bandage to heal an open wound and also cold water in a small bottle to lessen a bruise. Haruchiyo is clueless about where this strange girl got all the things he needs at the right time but who's he to ask when help is already offered? He took them out as he treated his minor injuries independently.
Haruchiyo shamefully admitted to himself that it was the most comfortable silence he ever had and much to his overwhelm, it was around a girl his age he'd never met. Ever since that night, even if Haruchiyo doesn't have any injuries to be treated, he'll be there, on the swing, as she'll be there beside him.
Daily.
At the same quiet playground.
Under a comfortable silence he'd never asked for.
Well, it's comfortable for a reason.
She might be the reason.
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ah, i love these type of oneshots! Simple, yet so deep and sweet <3 It's an amazing work, Anon!
