SDRA2 OTP Extravaganza

Bleeding Love (Soranade/Sora x Kanade Otonokoji)

Sidebloggable Prompt: "Fighting"

Tumblr Prompt: https://otpprompts.tumblr.com/post/136290071383/imagine-person-a-of-your-otp-being-seriously/amp

"Imagine Person A of your OTP being seriously injured and Person B tending to their wounds."

Warning: blood/wounds!

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Sora followed Kanade to her room as the guitarist requested when she visited the twins to talk again. Kanade was happy that Hibiki and Sora weren't arguing anymore, but she had suddenly asked Sora to come to her room again. Hibiki had run off with Setsuka, so the younger sister was free to do her own things again.

The two girls stepped into the dorm room, and Sora saw two knives on the table. "Kanade, what is this...?" she questioned, putting her guard up in a situation she didn't know.

Kanade turned around and looked at her with a tired expression. "Look, Sora. I don't really care what Hibiki thinks of you, but I've gotten attached to you, so teaching you how to defend yourself will be the best thing for my sake right now."

"You think I can't defend myself...?" Sora repeated, letting her body relax despite her continuing suspicion.

"Well, you proved that well enough on our first day here." Kanade gestured to Sora's stomach, where the stab wound made by Syobai Hashimoto was still healing. "If I just let you be, then you're going to get stabbed again."

"That's...probably true," the white-haired girl agreed, gingerly touching the stitches. She would have to be careful moving around in case they tore. 

Kanade sized Sora up, wondering how she should assess the taller girl's strength. An idea came to her mind, and she walked over to the fridge in her room. Sora watched the guitarist pull out an apple and walk back over to her. "Please hold this and try to crush it in your hands."

"Crushing an apple? That might be difficult, but..." Sora held the whole apple in one hands, and after a few seconds of squeezing, it was completely crushed. 

Kanade was stunned as she looked at the remains of the apple, it was destroyed faster than she expected. Even with her own strength, she couldn't break it as well as Sora did. She would have to change her training method to keep Sora's strength in mind.

"Alright, so you have a lot of strength, you just don't know how to use it," she hypothesized, "or you've been using it for exercising purposes and not much else."

"Well, I have been training with Hajime, and I picked up Yoruko as a joke. Both of those were surprisingly easy, and Hajime even said that I was faster than him." Sora walked over to the bathroom to rinse the remains of the apple off her hands.

The guitarist fought to keep her jealousy under wraps, she didn't like any of her possessions being in the hands of other people. She would have to correct that, but that was a plan for later. "So, both fast and strong, but not used to this strength. Most likely, it's because of her amnesia..." she muttered.

Sora came back with some cleaning supplies from the corner of the room, but Kanade pulled her away from the mess and pressed a knife into her hands. "Alright, I think I know how I'm going to help you," Kanade smiled sweetly as she spoke. "We're going to head to the workout room and have you practice on a dummy - that is, if Hajime or Shinji aren't in there already."

"If they catch us with knives, we're in trouble," Sora agreed, and she hid her knife while Kanade took hers along too. They both went downstairs to the workout room, and luckily for them, the room was vacant for them to use.

With Sora's help, Kanade set up a punching bag to teach Sora with. Remaining patient through the amnesiac's confusion, the guitarist taught her the different positions and stabbing techniques, even slashing and how to dodge in a knife fight. The punching bag was covered in cuts, and the training was going well.

It would have remained well too, if it hadn't been for Sora falling to her knees and clutching her stomach. "Sora?!" Kanade exclaimed, running to the fallen girl with worried eyes. "What's wrong?!"

"Uh... I..." Since the amnesiac was in shock, the guitarist pulled her hands away from her stomach and saw red seeping into her white seifuku shirt. Furthermore, it all came from one certain spot.

"...Your stitches have torn," Kanade deduced immediately. She sighed as she put the knives back in her pocket, she should have guessed that this was going to happen. "We need to get you to the infirmary. Can you walk?"

"I...I think so."

With a bit of assistance, Sora walked with Kanade down the hall to the infirmary until she collapsed on the medical bed. The white-haired girl groaned in pain as the shock wore off, and Kanade grabbed the first aid kit and looked at the blood packs. To Kanade, even though an upset Hibiki was like a cute animal that needed to be protected, an upset Sora was like a guard dog that was kicked roughly and needed to be treated to gain its continued loyalty.

Kanade quickly sent a message through her student handbook to Monocrow to ask for Sora's blood type, which wasn't listed in the profiles, and learned that it was type O. The guitarist first set up the blood pack to give Sora a transfusion for any lost blood, and then took out a medical needle and thread.

"Bite down on the collar of your shirt, the pain will be more bearable that way. And hold still," Kanade commanded, and the taller girl on the bed obeyed her instructions to the best of her ability. Though the shivers of the amnesiac were slight, Kanade was able to sew up the gash with the medical knowledge she had.

When it was finished, Kanade filled a glass with water and put a sleeping pill in it to dissolve. While she waited for the pill to disappear, she looked around for a bottle of painkillers and found them on a high shelf. She gave the pill and the glass to Sora when the water was clear.

Without a second thought, Sora took the pill and drank down the liquid, trusting that what Kanade gave her would make her feel better. As Kanade expected, Sora was blindly trusting those she believed to have a close bond with. Then again, nobody had killed in this supposed 'killing game' yet, and the mastermind was acting harmless after he disposed of the two 'Kisaragi' agents.

"Hold on, wouldn't this be violating the rules? Getting a wound like this..." Sora fretted in a daze, the sleeping pill working quickly on her.

As stupid as the question was, Kanade saw no reason to leave the tired girl worrying. "I didn't touch you, you reopened the wound on your own. But it's fixed up now, so just go to sleep, alright?" she chirped.

Rubbing Sora's arm with a warm and kind-hearted smile, she watched the white-haired girl slip into sleep on the medical bed. After a few seconds of staring at the girl with superhuman strength rendered vulnerable, Kanade found a book in the infirmary and pulled up a chair to guard her. She didn't want Sora murdered yet, after all.

Kanade stayed in that chair until Hibiki came back to drag her into doing something nonsensical, and the guitarist paid Syobai to take Sora back to her room so she could sleep off the effects of the sleeping pill.