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"Talk with him, don't talk with him, talk with him, don't talk with him...Alright I'll talk with him."
Y/n was plucking a flower she found laying on the floor in front of the penthouse. Ever since the 1st of January, she started finding roses everywhere.
Day by day, she found even more roses in front of the door. Sometimes in the elevator, in the clinic, in her room, on her bed...
It was mid January already, and Baji was still avoiding her by any means. Y/n thought that the flowers were from him. So she decided to break down her walls and talk with him.
Heading toward his room, she knocked lightly on the door. When he didn't reply, she gently held the door handle and opened it, she tried to be as quite as possible but her mission failed when she found herself face to face with him.
"What are you doing here ?" he said, his cold voice, his harsh tone made Y/n body freeze. She wasn't even sure anymore if she wanted to speak up.
"Don't stay here for a long time, Chifuyu might get mad."
Chifuyu ?
Ah.
"I'm not getting out, not until you tell me what's wrong."
"There is nothing wrong Y/n, please get out I want to rest." demanded Baji as he turned his back to her.
"So the roses weren't yours ?" She asked, wanting to know if he was really behind the roses she found everyday.
"What roses Y/n ?
"I found them eve-"
"N/N SURGERY NOW !"
Before she could say anything, Mitsuya came running, looking for her. She threw one last glance at Baji before leaving his room, running straight to her office. Pah-chin had a sudden pain in his abdomen, and went to the clinic to get himself checked, turns out he has to undergo a surgery after multiple tests ran by her team while she was away.
"But, we don't have blood bags yet !" Gasped Y/n when she remembered that the blood delivery was due to tomorrow. "Bring Mitsuya here !"
Mitsuya ran there as soon as he heard he was needed. Since he and Pah-chi shared the same blood, he would donate some blood until the surgery is over. It wasn't a long procedure but still she knew they couldn't keep Mitsuya there for a long time.
"We need to find someone else to donate blood, we can't keep sucking him dry." Said Y/n as she leaned to see better.
"Who should I call next ?" Asked the assistant as he tried to remember anyone with the same blood type.
"A/N, there is no one beside Mitsuya that shares the same blood type."
They all looked at each other before the assistant went to Mitsuya in order to remove the needle.
"It's okay I can still donate." Affirmed Mitsuya despite being dizzy and feeling nauseous.
"No Mitsuya, you can't."
Y/n thought of something dangerous for a second, the procedure ends in approximately Fifteen minutes, and she couldn't keep Mitsuya in there or else he might enter coma from how much he donated blood.
Instead she sterilised the new needle, replaced it with the one used by Mitsuya, disinfected her arm and inserted the needle before carrying on with the surgery.
"Y/n ? That's way to dangerous." Said the anaesthesiologist knowing damn well that Y/n became way to crazy for her own good.
"Do you have any other solution ? We can't keep him like this he'll die ! It's fine we've nearly finished, I can endure it." She reassured them, this would be the first time she did something reckless.
Her team knew how much stubborn she could be, and how much she hang onto the fact that no patient should die if she's the one doing the surgery, so they let her be. Mitsuya took some time to rest before going out to drink water.
The surgery was a success and Pah chin was saved, but Y/n on the other hand felt that she was on the verge of fainting so she sat down to take a breath and rest. She assigned her team to look after Pah-chin if ever he wakes up because she knew she wouldn't be able to, not after what she did.
"Here."
A voice she knew she grew addicted to was talking with her, she extended her hand to take what he was handing her. It was a glass of water, which was needed because she donated blood.
"You're reckless aren't you ?" For the first time ever, Baji was the one to scold her, and she was afraid she might grow addicted to his scolding as well.
"You're one to talk."
"Y/n ! what you did there was way to dangerous."
"Both of us are fine so no It wasn't dangerous."
He sighted when he heard how stubborn she was. He bit his lip and looked away, thinking if his next sentence should be said. Well, eventually he did it because he was fuming with rage.
"What's wrong with you ? You can't be everyone's hero Y/n, That's to absurd."
"That's up to me to decide !"
"Let me tell you why you want to save everyone, It's because there was no one to save you in the first place, and you're hoping to be that ray of light in everyone's life !"
"I told you I don't care Baji ! I don't care if no one saved me, I don't need it. But If being reckless is all what got you to speak to me, I'll be fucking reckless everyday !"
Both of them were shouting at this point, and no one dared to intervene because they knew that Baji and Y/n had to vent their anger one way or another. And if that meant them shouting at each other, so be it.
But Baji couldn't keep his smile hidden any longer, not after hearing that she wanted him to talk with her and especially after hearing her next sentence.
"I know I've been pushing our discussion away for to long, but you can't kiss me and act like nothing happened ! You were the one who started it, assume it. You can't get jealous because of your friend and create a whole scene about it !"
After all the shouting was done and both of them were a panting mess, eyeing themselves as if they had a marathon. Baji sat next to her, grabbed both of her cheeks to make sure she only focuses on him.
Out of embarrassment, Y/n tried to look away but Baji clicked his tongue and grabbed her cheeks making her look at him again.
"Eyes on me." He simply said.
He leaned in for a kiss but Y/n's body suddenly felt heavier, Baji felt that so he layed her on the couch, she passed out from exhaustion. He kept glancing at her, amused, and he swore he would carry on from where they stopped next time.
