Self indulgence (a one shot/head canon book)

IDV Naib Subedar x reader (pt. 1)

Because I'm a simp

Reader is gender neutral and there will be a part 2 to this. I was originally going to put it all together, but it was super long and I didn't want to keep you guys waiting.
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I watched the defeated survivors limp back into the manor, moaning in pain. It was a tough match, those in it barely snatched a tie in the end. Naib and Vera had been sent back to the manor, where Tracy and Victor were able to escape, one through the gates, one through the dungeon. Emily, myself, and Emma were waiting by the door for them, ready to begin healing and wrapping their wounds.

As soon as they came in, we each split off to care for the survivors. Emma took care of the two who escaped, considering they made it out with only a few bumps and bruises. While not majorly injured, Vera definitely needed the most care, she fell on her wrist awkwardly when she was knocked down by the clown hunter and I could tell she would be hurting tomorrow.

That left Naib in my care.

Naib was an interesting man to say the least. He was aggressive and cold of course, but he always put his life on the line for his teammates. It was admirable, but I couldn't help but worry over his mental state. After watching how he acted around others (not in a creepy way, I swear!), I could tell he definitely had some sort of guilt weighing on him, he was always in a sour mood and shut himself up in his room whenever he failed to save a teammate.

The white bandages contrasted greatly against his bronze complexion. I looked up at his face, watching for any signs of pain as I wrapped his arm, but there were none. With his background as a mercenary, it made sense for him to have a high pain tolerance.

"Naib," His cold eyes darted towards me upon hearing me and his eyebrows furrowed. "Do you happen to deal with neck and shoulder pain? Possibly back pain?"

At this his eyes narrowed and he scoffed. "And why the fuck would you care?" He snapped, clearly annoyed at my prodding over his health.

It was my turn to roll my eyes, crossing my arms to top the look off. "I know how reckless you are when rescuing your teammates and you often put too much strain on your body during matches. If not properly treated and cared for, it could hinder your performance." Offering him a crooked smile, I continued, "I often helped patients dealing with similar pain. I know good massage techniques that could help loosen up your muscles and help with the tension."

Now looking puzzled, blue eyes darted around the room before meeting my own. "No, I'm fine," he grumbled, standing up from the medical cot. Before he could get much further, I grabbed his uninjured arm. I wasn't going to let this go.

"Get off of m-"

"I'll make you personal meals for a whole day. Whatever you want, breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert."
That made him pause in place and I knew I caught him. Biting back a smirk, I waited for his reply.

"Anything I want...?" He asked, slowly starting to turn around and look at me. "And as much as I want?"

It was my turn to grimace. Naib ate himself sick whenever he could, he absolutely adored food, no matter what it was. It was almost adorable seeing him look like a child whenever there was a big buffet during special events. It broke my heart a little, if he got this excited over having an abundance of food, how often did he go hungry when he was younger?

"Yo," The mercenary's rough voice broke my train of thought and he scowled while waiting for an answer. "Do we have a deal or not?"

A quiet chuckle fell from my lips and I nodded quickly. "Sure. I'll cook as much as you'd like, whatever it be."
He nodded, satisfied with the answer and cautiously sat back down on the cot with me next to him.