Drinking from the Fountain (Demon Slayer x Male Reader)

Ch. 9 - Health

Yorokobi helps me up and lets me rest some weight on her, "There ya go. Lean on me a little. Not too much though, you're heavy."

I start to laugh but flinch in pain again, "Ow..."

"Sorry! Sorry, I'll stop. Let's just get you back and get a look at you."

I grunt a bit in response, and we trudge our way back to the apartment.

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We emerge through the hole in the wall, honestly in a pretty sorry state. I'm beat all to hell, and she has wounds of her own. Hayashi gasps as we come through, I give a small wave to show her I'm still functional, though all it really showed was I was in poor shape.

We make our way to the table near the center of the room, Yorokobi tells Hayashi to do something but I don't really hear. I'm kinda drowsy.

She sets me down gently by one end of the table, facing perpendicular with it. She sits behind me and talks with Hayashi for a few moments, telling her to get something from her bags.

"Y/n, can you please remove your haori and uniform top?" She says. A small tinge of red floods into my cheeks, I suppose it wouldn't be the first time she's seen me shirtless. She bandaged me up after the last fight as well.

I force myself to nod, though it comes out a bit stiff. I shed my haori with minimal effort, and start to undress my top. Button by button, I get my top loosened, letting the cool air stab against my bare chest. I try to take it off but pain surges through my torso as I try to pull back one side. I hiss in pain and let my arms go back to hanging idly in my lap.

Yorokobi seems to have noticed this and lets a soft sigh escape her mouth. There's a moment of silence before she speaks up, "Do you need help? I don't mind."

I curse myself silently for looking so weak right now. I shake my head a bit, "No... no I just need a second. Thank you though."

She hums at that and seemingly gives me space to work at my own pace. I take a couple deep breaths and try again, the pain surges when I reach the same spot, but I push through and get one side of the uniform off. It falls down to my waist, and I bask in that triumph for a moment before sliding the other end off my shoulder.

As soon as my back is revealed I hear Hayashi choke back a gasp. Man, I must be bruised pretty badly. Yorokobi, however, stays silent. Her soft hands glide over my back a few times, putting slight pressure on the spots that are bruised the worst.

I recoil away from her a couple times, obviously showing her the spots that hurt the most. "Does it not hurt here?" She asks, a bit of childish curiosity clouding her words. She pokes at a spot above my left shoulder blade, softly at first, but slowly starts pushing it harder.

I shake my head, curiosity now consuming me, "No. Is it bad there?"

She pauses for a second, "No..." a pause, "Well, kinda? It's purple like a bruise but it looks... More like a tattoo or a birthmark. Unatural." She prods at it a bit more.

"Well. If it isn't bothering you, I'll let it be. Let me know if it starts to do so."

I nod, "Of course."

There's a few seconds of silence before she starts prodding at my actual wounds a bit. Pressing her cool hands against the worst of them for a bit, bandaging any spots where my skin was broken by a drastic bit.

After what felt like forever, my arms and back are all patched up. She pats my shoulder softly, "Now turn, I need to check your front for anything."

Ugh. This is embarassing. Seeing as she bandaged me from the last fight its not like its new to her, but I was unconcious. I look down at the nasty bruise from the demon's kick and sigh. It has to be done, I suppose.