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Requested by: IThinkImSomething
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3rd person's pov:
"Mikey, you idiot! That's thrice in two months. Are you that careless?!" you yelled as you saw him entering your house, wounded.
Blood was seeping from his abdomen. Probably from a gunshot wound. Somehow, he had managed to get himself hurt so many times in such a small time frame. And yet, this one seemed like the worst wound he's had in a while.
He smiled, sitting down a chair you had brought him, because he was clearly dizzy.
You brought the first-aid kit, ready to treat him, yet another time.
He casually lifted his shirt and threw it on your couch, letting you see the open wound.
"You're so stupid for keep getting yourself in harm's way. What if I can't treat you one day, huh?" you let out concerned.
"I'm really scared when you go out on missions because I know you you're that much careless."
Mikey only looked at you with the usual gleam, adorning his eyes. If you'd met him on the street, you'd never imagine him to be the Tokyo Manji gang's leader. Not in a million years. Because at that moment, he looked so serene.
He patted your head and graced you with his usual grin.
"I only get careless because I have you. And I know you'll be there for me. I trust you."
These words hit you more than you'd care to ever admit.
Mikey tended to keep his emotions to himself, having only a few people he could wholeheartedly trust. So, to say something like that to you, meant clearly a lot.
Especially to someone who had the potential to harm him, big time.
So certainly, you were moved.
Nevertheless, you had to make sure he got the message you were trying to get across and stop eating stray bullets like that.
Curse him being an adrenaline junkie.
He ruined your schedule and he made you worry all the time.
Still, you couldn't help but care for him and run over to his side whenever he was hurt.
"I know you do. But you should really take care of yourself... You always worry me." you trailed off as you cleaned his wound carefully.
"Tell me if anything hurts, alright?"
He rushed to play it off, but got interrupted by a sting of pain.
"It's not gonna- ughhh. Fuck. That shit stings."
You quickly removed your hand, allowing him to take a breather, afraid you'd hurt him too much.
"Are you ok-" you attempted to ask, but he stopped you.
"I'm fine. Keep going. I don't want it to get infected or some shit." he grunted.
You nodded and kept working on his wound. You cleaned and disinfected it, before starting to stitch him up.
"You're lucky the bullet only grazed you. I don't have the energy to be pulling it out of you now." you sighed in exhaust.
Mikey silently listened to you and waited until you had completed finished treating him. He let out a few groans of pain here and there, but he managed to take it regardless. He had a pretty high pain tolerance, but still, he could feel it.
Once you were done and put the first-aid kit away, Mikey followed behind you to where you returned it to.
He came sneakily and hugged you from behind. His arms over your shoulders and his head resting on the crook of your neck.
You rolled your eyes, and smiled.
In the end of the day, he wasn't only a guy whom you stitched up. He was your friend, too.
Or so you believed. To you, Mikey the invincible, was a treasured friend. A bit careless and risky, yet precious to you.
You had learned to withstand his whims, anyway.
So you turned and hugged him in return, wrapping your arms around his back, and he resting his head on top of yours.
He leaned down slightly, his breath just barely touching your ear.
"I'm lucky to have you. Not because you treat me whenever I act like a jackass, but because you're my friend, y/n." he whispered softly as he leaned his face against the crook of your neck, sending shivers all over your spine.
You couldn't help but feel some kind of way. Your cheeks were flushed and you were still hugging him, and so did he.
You felt the need to say something. Reciprocate his words, as to let him know that you feel the same way.
It wasn't one-sided, no. If anything, you felt like Mikey was someone you could talk to, someone who you could trust.
After all, you had spent countless nights on treating wounds he received from fighting, and talking with him all the while. You were just happy he acknowledged the fact and voiced it, before you did. You'd be kind of embarrassed to say it out loud first.
Nevertheless, it didn't matter.
Now, you felt as if you could voice your own thoughts, since he did the first step. You needn't be afraid.
So, you closed your eyes, happy that your face was buried in his chest and let it all out.
"You know... I've felt the same way for a while. You're simply too intimidating for me to admit. That's why I didn't say anything. I guess I waited for some kind of indication from you..." you sighed.
Mikey started caressing your head slowly with his hand, listening to you carefully.
Unknown to you, he was smiling. He wanted to hear those words coming from your mouth for a while, now.
He too, felt the same way as you, but he was afraid that maybe you saw your relationship as strictly professional.
He thought that he should wait before he said anything. And thankfully enough, all was well.
Would it be too presumptuous of him to ask you to hang out?
Normally, like friends who want to joke and have a good time. As if you're two normal people, and not a gang leader and his doctor.
At any case, he'd take his chances. Because, you only live once, no?
And he was a guy to jump at any chance which would come his way. He liked challenges, he took risks and never thought twice of a decision he's made.
So, he shot his shot.
He pulled away from you slightly, cupping your face with his hands.
"Y/n?" he asked, expressionless.
"Yeah?" you replied subconsciously.
"Would you like to hang out with me?"
A/N: this is the time-skip version, again, but since Mikey's situation is pretty unclear in the manga, just imagine all is well and he's still the leader of Toman, but as an adult.
anyways, that's all~