The dragonslayer and his card mage. Cana Alberona x male reader.

Chapter 24

Y/n Pov

Punch after punch I hit a boxing sack and my knuckles began to hurt but I didn't care I kept punching without stopping for even a moment. If I only knew what Irene had planned I wouldn't have stayed in the same room with Cana. We didn't even have single beds but a double bed. I shook my head to get the image of Cana snuggled in her sleep against me out of my head. She was sleeping so peacefully.

This morning we all got our plans for maximising the training effects, it was written by Irene and Erza together. Weight training, running, reaction training and fighting were all on my list. I reeled my fist back and one last time and hit the sack hard. I stepped back and noticed some blood on the fabric. I looked down to my fist and saw it bruised and bleeding. I shrugged and grabbed the water bottle to my right. "So how many?" I asked and gazed over to Bill who held a clicker. "You've hit 200 times in 1 minute. But fast hits don't really mean much when you can't put weight on them." She replied and I sat down drinking. I spilled some of the water feeling the cold liquid run down. 

I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and saw Cana. She stopped for a moment, her eyes trailing down my body to my abs. "Seems like you got done with your training." I asked and she walked up to me. Her face changed immediately and a gasp escaped her lips, she reached out for my hand. "Y/n your hands are bruised." She exclaimed in shock and I stared at her calmly. "It doesn't hurt much and its going away." I replied and she shook her head in a no. "No, you need to treat this immediately with some disinfectant or else it can go worse." She stated and pulled me with her upstairs. "Cana you really don't need to." I stated and she gave me a glare. "How can you be so reckless, training doesn't mean ruining your body, how are you going to get stronger if you can't even move." She yelled and snapped her eyes up to me. "Why would you care about how I train." I asked and she kept staring at me, her eyes slowly trembling. "I care because you are part of the group that is going to be in the games." She stated and prodded her finger into my chest. She touched the bruises lightly making me hiss out in pain. "You even are quite sensitive when touching it." She stated and we arrived at the main floor. 

We got stopped by Irene who went past the corner bumping into us and almost spilling her drink. "What are you two arguing about?" She asked in wonder and Cana crossed her arms. "Y/n injured his hands while doing his training and I want to put some ointment on it to help it heal faster but he doesn't want it." She stated and pointed to me. She looked kinda upset now that I looked at her. Irene grabbed my hand swiftly, taking a look at it. "It definitely needs treatment. The box with ointment and bandages is in the upstairs bathroom." She motioned up to the stairs and Cana nodded grabbing my hand and pulling me with her.

We quickly reached the bedroom and she made me sit down on the bed while she walked away. I sighed and kept staring at the open door until I saw Bill come inside. "Geez, Cana really should take it easy. When she saw your bruises it almost looked like she was the one who was hurt and not you." She stated and jumped up. "She seems to care a lot about you, more then it would be normal." She added and I kept looking at it. "Its really strange." I whispered and kept gazing at the wounds. "She didn't seem to care about the injuries when we did our first missions and when I got beaten up like a doll by Irene leaving me with several large bruises and cuts laying on the ground but now." I stated and began to slowly smile at Bill wordlessly. "She seems to have grown attached to you." Bill stated and looked at the door where we saw Cana stand there. "Did you listen in on us?" Bill asked and Cana came closer to us with the box. She sat right next to me. "Just what Bill had said, nothing more." She stated and looked at the wound carefully.

She gently touched my bruised hand looking at it carefully before slowly putting some ointment on it, her hand felt a little cold but it was soothing to my skin while she slowly spread the ointment on it. "You really need to be more careful Y/n." She spoke softly and looked up to me. "I don't want you to get hurt when you don't have to." She stated while wrapping a bandage around my bruised hand. I raised an eyebrow at what she said.