Clever || S. Chishiya

.04

The music was much too loud, and it caused Sora's already hurting head to pound. She would of much rather stayed in the room she was given, but the need for answers overpowered and here she was, standing off to the side while people partied, drank, and did drugs. It disgusted her how these people didn't care what situation they were in, just about the drugs.

Not to mention, the uncomfortable clothing she was in.

She may or may not have kind of broken a rule. She had a swimsuit on, just a hoodie over the top. There was no way she was gonna let a whole bunch of horny and high guys and girls stare openly at her chest.

"You broke a rule." Annoyance spread through her veins at his words, not even wanting to speak to him. He had gotten her in this mess.

"Oh fucking well." She said sarcastically, still looking around at all the people. Her arms crossed over her chest.

"Do you want to know a plan out of here or not?" This peeked her interest. Did he have a plan? Or was this a trick to make her a 'traitor' and get her killed.

"Last time I let you take me anywhere, I ended up with a head injury." She hadn't looked at him, and didn't plan to. She was still greatly pissed off.

"Does it still hurt?"

"Yeah."

He let out a small sigh, "Come on, there's an infirmary here. I can take care of it."

Without waiting for a yes or no, he grabbed her arm in a tight grip and walked off, dragging her with him. Sora knew she should of ripped her arm away and ran, but he was strong surprisingly, and she did need to get her head taken care of.

The walk to the infirmary wasn't too long, but long enough. By the time they made it, Sora's head was spinning. Chishiya glanced back, seeing her dazed and dizzy expression. He sighed and told her to sit on the table. Sora tried to resist, not wanting to listen to his orders. The male let out a strong annoyed sigh. Then placed his hands on her shoulders in order to shove her down.

His hands were cold, even through the fabric of her black hoodie. It caused goosebumps to appear, something that didn't happen often to her. Chishiya hated touching other humans, it made him feel disgusted with himself. But strangely, he didn't much mind touching her. Her hoodie was warm from the sunlight of outside and her body heat.

Chishiya was no stranger to his above average looks. They often came to his advantage in charming people to use. So he used it to his advantage when it came to Sora, all it would take is a bit of flirting and close proximity and she would be on her knees for him ready to do anything he asked. It made him smirk at the thought of having such a smart girl underneath his control.

After forcing her to sit, Sora relaxed into the seat, finding comfort in no more physical effort. Chishiya walked off towards the different cabinets, finding the supplies he needed. Sora's eyes watched him as he glided across the room almost gracefully. He even pulled up his sleeves to his elbows, exposing his veiny forearms. Sora would be lying if she said she didn't find that the slight bit attractive.

"I keep forgetting you were a medical student." Sora mumbled as Chishiya sat down in front of her. He chuckled a bit at her words, looking her in the eyes for a moment before looking back down to work.

He slipped a pair of medical gloves on his hands, which somehow fit him perfectly.

"Do you come down here a lot?" Sora asked out of curiosity. He seemed to know his way around the room. Chishiya resisted the urge to tell her to shut her mouth while he worked.

"Not often, but often enough." He answered shortly. Sora decided to shut her mouth, letting him work. He wasn't much taller than her sitting, and he had to lean in close to inspect her head.

Sora wasn't used to being in close proximity with people. Most often avoided her, as she was the quiet snippy one who rarely liked someone. They hated to get in her bad side, so they decided to be in her neutral side, never bothering to get to know her. Hell the last time she got a hug was 2 years ago from her former boyfriend. That's why she almost started squirming as she felt Chishiyas breath fan over her neck as he turned his head to look at her wound.

The male was slightly surprised. Most woman he used his charm against always gave in whenever he came close. Sora just looked uncomfortable in a way.

"Don't squirm, you might make it worse." She hadn't noticed she was already squirming and immediately stopped, letting out a small 'sorry' in response.

After a minute more of looking, Chishiya spoke again. "The blow made a mark, but no stitches are needed." He turned back towards the small tray of things he brought and grabbed a small cotton ball and a a bottle. "This is gonna sting."

Sora didn't respond, just closing her eyes and preparing herself. When the male pressed the small cotton ball to her wound, he expected a flinch, a whimper, anything. But nothing came, although he did notice her knuckles tighten on the edge of the chair. It definitely hurt, but she was good at hiding it.

"Good girl." Sora's eyes almost, almost, snapped open at the praise. It sounded more attractive than it needed to. The two words kept echoing inside her head for the next few moments.

"Call me that again and i'll kick you in the balls." She grit out, acting like she hated it. She didn't like the way the small praise made her feel.

Chishiya saw right through her. He saw her twitch, the hitch in her breath, the blush on her face. She enjoyed it, and he took note of that.

"Hmm..." Was all he responded, finally putting down the cotton ball now covered in blood residue. He then grabbed a clean cloth that was damp and gently pressed it around the wound, cleaning up any extra blood on her skin. The feeling of the cloth gave her confidence to open her eyes, finally looking at him.

Chishiya was concentrated on her wound, but still felt her gaze. He smirked a little bit, finally glancing down and connecting eyes with the small girl. Sora maintained it for a few seconds, taking in those eyes that could make anyone pissed off, but had her mesmerized. Finally, she shut them as a bit of pain spurted from her wound. Glancing back up, he took the cloth away and started preparing her bandage.

"I'll change the bandage before you go to bed and when you wake up in the morning. After that you won't need a bandage anymore." He muttered softly as he placed the bandage on her head. "Try not to get it dirty until then, okay? I won't do more than I have to."

"You don't have to do anything at all." Sora mumbled in response. Chishiya froze for a moment, his hands midway cleaning stuff up. He flicked his eyes towards the girl, her eyes still gently shut.

"You're right I don't. But I don't want you passing out in the middle of the floor and having to carry you." He muttered back. Finally, he stood, slipping the gloves off his hands and picking up the now bloody tray to clean up. Sora opened her eyes as she felt his body heat leave, getting his backside as a sight as he turned towards the trash then the sink.

"I suppose I owe you now?" Sora spoke up, after a few moments of silence.

"Hm, I suppose." Chishiya smirked as he rinsed off the tray, and she couldn't see it.

"Don't be asking me to crawl into your bed at 2am. I'll chop your dick off." He laughed, an actual laugh. It wasn't a chuckle, or a sarcastic laugh, it was a real laugh.

"Would you come though?" He smirked, glancing over his shoulder. Sora's cheeks flushed at his choice of words.

"No."

"Your face says otherwise."

"Go fuck yourself, kitty."

"Kitty?"

"You remind me of the Cheshire Cat, so kitty."

"Don't call me that."

"You like Blonde Asshole better?"

Another real laugh.