"Y/n what happened?! That cut looks really bad! You look exhausted too! Who did this to you?! I swear I'll..."
I shush him with my index finger, and place it on his lips.
I think I might have leaned in too close, because his face was turning red. Mine was too. I told him what had happened and he calmed down at last. He suggested that I should tell the doctor about the cut near my eye, but I quickly declined.
"I'm not scared of needles, but getting a cut checked out definitely frightens me." I confess.
He laughs, and tells me that he almost had a panic attack when he found himself in a hospital bed.
"But thanks to you, Y/n, I was able to be treated, and get better. I could have died! I definitely owe you, a lot!" I smile, and he smiles back.
He holds both of my hands, and looks into my eyes.
"When is the party?" I blush.
"In three days." I tell him.
His smile quickly fades.
"I- I'm so sorry Y/n... I won't be able to make it." He says.
I feel my smile disappear as well.
"It's ok... your recovery is more important. It's more important than a stupid dance party."
He smiles.
"If it's a stupid dance party, then why did you want to go in the first place?" I smile.
"Look, Bulla said that if I asked you out to the dance, she'd pay for everything that we'd eat at the new buffet that just opened! It's free food!" I tell him.
He stares at me seriously for about a minute, and then bursts out laughing.
"Really?!" He says, continuing to laugh.
His laugh quickly disappeared.
"If she didn't make that deal... would you still have asked me out?" I suddenly realize how bad I had made it sound.
I smile, and stroke his hair a bit. "Of course I..."
"Y/N!"
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Those Blue Eyes (Trunks x Reader) 🌌💜
FanfictionYou are a Z-fighter who never knew your parents. Ever since freshman year, you have been best friends with Bulla. After she found out you were homeless, she let you live with her and her mother, Bulma. One day you meet Bulma's husband, Vegeta, and t...
