⚠︎𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦⚠︎[𝙊𝙞𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙖 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮]

14

☽︎𝙻𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜☾︎

Suga's Pov: 

I felt small under Oikawa's stern gaze, so I sighed and told him to follow me. We went upstairs and into my room. I sat on my bed, and took my fishnet tights off. I also took the weapon leg wrap off, with the help of Oikawa. Then, I told Oikawa I was gonna change clothes quickly. I went into my bathroom and took my dress off, along with the shirt under it. I winced as I took it off. I glanced down at the right side of my waist, and my eyes widened at the huge bruise. I sighed and put on a clean shirt, with trembling fingers.

 I walked back into my room, where Oikawa was waiting. I lifted my shirt of, just over my waist, and pulled the right side of my boxers down slightly. I pulled it down until the entire bruise was out. Thankfully, none of my private parts were shown. Oikawa gasped and kneeled in front of me. He brushed his fingers over the bruise, which made me wince.

"Sorry. How did they do this? Makki and Mattsun would have stepped in if they saw Daisho hurt you." Oikawa said, his voice angry. 

"He didn't hurt me. When he had his hand on my waist, he was squeezing it extremely tightly. I could feel tears in my eyes, it was painful. My skin is extremely easy to bruise...that's why this happened. It's just a bruise though, it's ok." I explained, my voice getting lower. 

"No, it's not just a bruise. It is painful, I can tell." Oikawa said, his fingers still roaming over the bruise.

"Yeah, I'll survive though." I said, yawning. 

"I'll go get my cream from upstairs that is good for helping with bruises. Stay here." Oikawa said, standing up. 

I nodded, and moved to lay down on my bed. I was laying on my left side, and I closed my eyes. I'm extremely tired...

After a minute or so, I could feel sleep catching up to me, but Oikawa walked back into the room. I didn't move, since I was in a good position for him to take care of the bruise. He sat down on the bed, and I heard him open the cream bottle. After a few seconds, I felt something cold on the bruise. I winced and shivered, as Oikawa spread the cream all over the bruise. 

"I'm sorry." Oikawa whispered, as he finished up. 

"It's ok." I said, yawning. 

I felt him pull my boxers up again, and push my shirt down. He then stood up. 

"Sleep well Suga." He said, before leaving my room and closing the door behind him. 

I smiled and closed my eyes. I felt sleep take over me, and my last thought before drifting off, was Oikawa. 

-------5 Hours Later-------

I felt something different as I slowly woke up; I  couldn't feel any pain. I slowly sat up, and lifted my shirt. I poked my bruise through my boxers, and surprisingly, it barely hurt anymore. I need to ask Oikawa for that cream, it is great damn. 

I slowly got up, and reached for my phone. I looked at the time, 5:14am. I stretched my arms out and decided to go get a drink. I step out of my room and went downstairs. As I walked towards the kitchen, I saw light coming from the living room. I decided to go into the living room where I found Oikawa sitting on one of the sofas, while watching TV. 

"Why are you awake?" I asked, walking towards him. 

"I don't sleep much. My mind has the scary capability of being dark and demented." Oikawa explained, eyes focused on the drink in his hand. 

"You're afraid of your dreams?" I asked, sitting next to him. 

He drank the rest of the dark, yellow liquid in his cup before looking at me. 

"Yes." He admitted, sighing and resting his head back against the sofa. 

"So am I." I said, smiling. 

He lifted his head up again and raised an eyebrow at me. 

"I guess we can be afraid together." He said, smiling before standing up. 

I followed him with my eyes, as he went over to the little bar area. He grabbed a glass bottle filled with the yellow liquid he had just drank. He poured some into his cup, and poured some into another cup too. He then turned to me again, and walked back to the sofa. He handed me one of the cups, and I thanked him. 

"So, how's the bruise?" He asked, sitting down again. 

"Barely hurts anymore. Thank you Oikawa." I said. 

"You don't need to thank me." He said, laughing. 

"But, I do. Since I came here you have done nothing but make sure I was ok. Yeah, that's the deal you made with my father, but you didn't have to care for me as much as you do. Why is that?" I asked, looking at him. 

His gazed shifted from me to the yellow liquid in his cup. 

"I consider you a friend, and after todays mission, a potential partner. If it's someone I care about, I will take care of them." He said, eyes not moving from his cup. 

"I don't understand you." I admitted, not processing what I said. 

"Why? What do you not understand?" He asked, finally moving his eyes to look at me. 

"It's like, right now you are talking about caring for the people you like and you're showing emotions and being human. But then, when you're killing people, you are so...emotionless. It's a terrorizing shift." I said, shifting my gaze to my cup. 

"Someone in my profession is never supposed to get sentimental. I am a killer. I never had the chance to be soft. I was always bloody knuckles and shards of glass. I wanted people to be afraid of me, afraid of hurting me. But in the end, we are all made of flesh that can be cut, bones that can be broken, and emotions that have to bleed through. I choose wisely when to show emotions, so should you." Oikawa said, voice low and even. 

I looked back up at him, surprised to see him already looking at me. He smiled, and then drank all of his drink in one, quick gulp. I did the same, coughing slightly but I was still able to drink it all.

"For a man so adept at killing, your eyes were remarkably soft." I mumbled, without thinking. 

After a few seconds, I processed what I had just said. I quickly hid my face in my hands, and shifted away from him slightly. 

"I didn't mean that!" I said, as I felt my cheeks get red. 

I heard Oikawa laugh and then two arms wrapped around me. 

"It's ok Sugar! Don't worry about that." He said, squeezing me tightly. 

"O-ok." I said, wrapping my arms around him too. 

We sat like that for a few minutes, but then Oikawa pulled away slowly. However, he didn't completely let go off me, he just pulled apart enough to look down at my face. 

"Thank you Suga. No one has ever said something like that to me." He said, smiling. 

"No problem Oikawa."