Personally I hate Kisaki with a burning passion but I got a request for it and now I'm curious how it'll turn out
A request from LoveableDear
I asked a couple questions about what exactly you wanted but you never replied...so I just did the idea that came to mind when you first requested it, hope you enjoy!
It's timeskip Kisaki, so he is 25 and I'm gonna say that y/n is probably 24
Trigger warning: topless Kisaki Tetta
P.s. don't crusify me for writing this, I beg
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I sat alone in the restaurant, my phone in my hand checking to see if he'd actually answered any of my messages yet.
Of course he hasn't, he's always so busy. Has no time for someone like me, then again why would he?
We were good friends as kids but we lost contact for a long time. By some force of what I thought was fate, we ran into each other earlier this week when I was coming back from work. I was wearing my overalls because I work in the hospital and he was wearing this fancy suit and had his hair combed perfectly while mine was in its usual 'I've just finished my 8 hour shift' mess. We exchanged numbers and organised to go for drinks, to catch up tonight and make up for all the years we'd missed.
But he didn't show.
We arranged to meet for half 11 but it's now half 12, I decided to not let a good night go to waste and had a couple drinks by myself. He's not one for being tardy so if he wasn't here at half 11 I didn't expect him to show up at all. And I was right
I stood up, my seat getting pushed backwards by my knees, I grabbed my purse and coat and walked towards the door. Maybe another time. Maybe when he's finally made up his mind over what he wants
I push open the door and the cold air hits my warm face making it tingle. I wrap my coat tighter around me and set off into the night.
He kissed me once, when we were 12 maybe 13. He ran away straight after, I never understood why he did it. Why kiss me if you're just gonna change your mind after? But we were just kids back then, I thought maybe now he'd have grown up but
I guess some people never change.
I walk down the street, away from the restaurant. It was noisy considering it was nearing 1am but then again it's the city center, what else would you expect? My apartment is only a few blocks away luckily so there's no point hailing a cab. I can't wait to get these bloody heels off, can't believe I spent an hour getting ready for a no-show.
I hear a faint noise, something other than the usual city noises. Sounds like voices yelling a couple streets over, oh well it'll just be some teenage boys thinking they run the world. Lord knows the people Kisaki would associate with thought that when they were that age.
I pass by the corner shop next to my apartment and see the shutters down. Strange, they don't normally close till 2, their little attempt to get business off of the drunks that pass by on their way to the train station.
I turn left and walk up the first set of stairs that lead to my apartment. My feet are so sore, the back of the heels have been rubbing on them since I started walking. I stop and lean my hand on the cracked layer of paint that coated the wall while I took off the heels one by one. I've walked up these stairs a hundred times without shoes on, a lot of those times being while I was absolutely shitfaced after a night out with the girls.
I quickly hop up the last couple steps and put the keys I'd been holding onto into the lock and twist. The door creaks open and I walk in, slamming it behind me.
I walk into the kitchen and put the thing I was carrying on the wooden table and turn towards the fridge. I should have ordered more food while I was there, I'm starving now. As I reach into the fridge I hear the pattering of the rain on the windows. Made it just in time. Guess my luck is beginning to return.
I slam the fridge shut and take the snack and beer I was holding onto into the living room and turn the TV on. It's just the news.
I munch on the crisps I'd grabbed and take a swig of my ice cold beer. Apparently there's been a shoot out between two gangs in the city center. Jesus, I'm glad I came home when I did.
Just as I reached for my beer I heard banging on the front door. Ice shoots through my veins and I freeze before running out to the kitchen to look for something to grab as a weapon. I see a pan left out from breakfast this morning on the draining board so I grab it and carefully make my way to the door.
As I reach the door, I hear the banging happen again. I rise to my tiptoes and look through the peephole and what I see shocks me to my core. I throw the pan on the table near the door and pull it open, moving as fast as my body would let me.
Kisaki is leant against the doorframe, his hair wet and dripping down his face. Washing off the blood that covered his face.
He looks at me with his pale blue eyes and I feel fluttering in my stomach before my mind brings me back to reality
"Y-y/n, you mentioned you had an apartment over here. I shouldn't have come I just...I'm in some trouble." He manages to say through groans of pain
He was holding onto his side and I saw a crimson colour was soaking his shit, seeping out through his fingers.
"Oh my god...Kisaki are you okay? Come in, quickly. Jesus Christ"
I walk out slightly and grab the arm propping him up against the door frame and wrap it around my neck, hoisting him up slightly. He limped into the house with my help, dropping red dyed water all over the floor. Every movement caused him to groan in pain. I kick the door closed with my foot and help him out into the kitchen and sit him down at the table. He lets out a cry of pain as he finally falls into the seat
"(Nickname) I'm sorry for blowing you off tonight...I didn't- I didn't want to I just got held up with some business"
(Nickname), he...he hasn't called me that since we were kids
"Business? You've been stabbed or something Kisaki"
He let show a weak smile before wincing and holding onto his side tighter
"Have you....have you been shot?"
He pauses before answering, considering his words carefully
"Yeah, just a little bit"
"Oh my god, the shoot out on the news, that was you wasn't it?"
"Yeah"
"You need to go the hospital Tetta-san" I say, panic lacing my voice
He looks at me for only the second time since he appeared at the door
"They'll ask questions, I can't have that" he says through gritted teeth
I run over to a cupboard and pull out an extensive medical kit and move back towards him. Sometimes being a nurse has its perks.
"Is the bullet still inside?"
"Yeah I think so" he says, his jaw clenched in pain and his head turned towards the ceiling.
I turn the chair and kneel down next to him. I move his hand away from the bullet wound, that is definitely gonna need stitches. My face blushes when I realise what I need to do
"Take your shirt off"
"I...what?"
"I can't get to it with the shirt still on"
"If I must" he says, grimacing in pain
He moves to unbutton the crimson soaked shirt and pulls it off, throwing it on the floor besides him. I can't help myself, I see the muscles roll under the skin as he turns back to me. No, we'll marvel at him later, I have a job to do right now.
I scan the kitchen and see nothing I could use but then my eyes land on his belt. I quickly undo it and slide it off
"H-hey" He says, a hint of panic in his voice. His face reddens slightly
I fold it over and stand up, holding it towards his face
"This is going to hurt, bite on this" realisation washes across his face as he takes it from me and bites down on it.
I kneel back down and grab the tweezers and place a hand to the wound. I take it away and turn the flashlight on on my phone and shine it into the wound. I see a reflection shine it back, buried deep in the skin. That's the bullet
I reach the tweezers deep into the damaged tissue, aiming to get a hold on it and I'm met with cries of agony come from my childhood friend. I push through the ice that flood my veins and reach further it, hitting the tip of the bullet which only brought out more muffled screams. I carefully get the tweezers wrapped around it and start pulling it out. It resists at first but I pull it out and drop it on the floor before reaching for the suture needle and silk cotton used in stitches. My hands are covered in his blood, it's more disturbing than with patients in the hospital but with them, procedures like this would involve anaesthesia or at least numbing cream. I have none of that and so his muffled screams ring out through the apartment.
I bet my neighbours think I'm a serial killer
I finish up the stitches and his screams begin to quieten down again. I place gauze over the wound and bandage him up.
That should stop the blood.
I stand up and look at the exhausted man in front of me, his eyes are squeezed shut and he had sunk down in the chair at some point during the whole event. Sweat drenched his face and the belt still rested in his mouth but there was a look of relief on his face. He finally opens his eyes and takes the belt out of the his mouth, there was a deep set of teethmarks embedded in the leather. It's clearer than ever just how much pain he was in. How much pain I caused him to be in.
But at least he no longer has a rusty old bullet inside of him. That could have caused an infection if left alone.
"Can you stand up?" His piercing blue eyes meet my own
"Y-yeah I....I think so"
I hold out both hands for him to take. He places his in mine and pulls himself up, his legs give in as he reaches his full height and I throw my arms under his before he falls and hold onto him.
He regains his control over his legs and stands back up straight and wraps his arms around my shoulders and pulls me close, tucking his head into my neck. I'm stunned for a second before I wrap my arms around his bare back and hold onto him tighter. All's I can think about was the warmth of his body and his breathing, I could feel every breath on my neck. The butterflies swarmed my stomach when our skin met, taking a minute before settling down and I find myself burying my head in his chest. A hand comes up to my neck and I feel him run his fingers through my hair and coming to rest on the back my by head, keeping it up against his chest.
"Thank you" I hear him mumble into my neck
"A-anytime"
I think for a second before continuing
"Well actually no, not anytime, don't you dare get shot a second time or I'll put a bullet in your head and finish you off myself" anger fills my voice, I couldn't help it. The thought of him getting injured like this made me irrationally angry, I hated seeing him in pain. Every scream made all the hairs on my body stand up.
"I-I won't" he stuttered out in shock. I was never a violent girl growing up, seeing him in pain just awoke something inside of me.
"I promise" he added, finding his voice again.
He loosens his grip on me and I assume the hug is coming to an end and unwrap my arms from around his back. I bring my palm up to his bare chest and push away slightly but he doesn't let me move away too far. The hand that was entangled in my hair slowly moved itself to the side of my face, cupping it and stroking my cheek with his thumb. He looks down at me, glancing between my lips and eyes. Even now he can't make his mind up, he never can.
I'm shocked when he moves suddenly and I feel his soft lips press against mine and I feel like I did 12 years ago when I was just a schoolgirl in love. My eyes involuntarily close, all my senses focused on kissing him.
His other arm moves from where it was resting on my shoulder, he wraps it around my waist and pulls me in. I move my hand from his chest, moving it along his skin up to his neck and pull him slightly closer to me.
We stay like this for a minute or two before I pull away and look deep into his ocean blue eyes.
"At least this time you didn't run away" I mumble under my breath, not meaning for him to hear me
I see a smile begin to grow on his face and he strokes my cheek again with his thumb
"I don't know why I ran, I regretted it as soon as I did it but I couldn't stop" he muttered
"At least now I get the chance to redo our first kiss" he continued on, his voice low and deep. He eyes my lips once more
I just looked into his eyes, sharing this moment with him before I came back to reality
"Stay the night, Kisaki"
"What?" His eyes widen slightly
"You're injured, you can barely walk and it's nearly 2am"
He pauses for a moment
"I suppose you're right, I'll just sleep on your couch then if I must"
"I don't own a couch" I say, keeping my face unreadable while the butterflies begin to swarm again in my stomach
"And even if I did I wouldn't let someone who's just been shot sleep on it"
"Why? Cos I'll bleed on it?" His brows furrow in confusion
I must say for such a smart man, he can be really fucking oblivious when it comes to stuff like this
"No, idiot, you can have my bed, I'll take the couch"
A smile spreads across his face yet again
"Thought you didn't own a couch" his says, a hint of amusement in his voice
"Guess you'll just have to share the bed with me" he adds, almost like an afterthought
"If I must" I finally reply, flashing a grin at the tall boy in front of me
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A/N:
My deepest apologies to anyone who hates Kisaki, I understand if you scrolled past this one. I know I would