Bunny Boy || AllTake

Bunny Boy

"Shit shit shit!"

Heavy footsteps echoed through the empty sidewalk.

"Out of all days- why today?!" the raven Male cried out, stopping to catch his breath and replenish his stamina.

There he stood under the street light. His black hair slightly drenched from sweat and his blue eyes shimmering.

"I knew I should've stayed awake- but noo," He pants once again before straightening himself up and fixing the position of his backpack. "I just had to take a nap! Now look where I am, I'm going to be late!" he grumbles.

He gets ready to sprint once more before he hears an somewhat audible groan from the alleyway next to him. He knows that it's common sense to avoid alleyways during the night. However the sound sounded more painful as he kept listening.

Feeling defeated by his curiosity, he heads to the source. As he gets closer, he turns to his left to see a pink haired man. He stares at the man, who was drenched in blood and wounds. And the man stared right back at him, due to the sudden movement he heard.

They both stared at each other for a few moments. And he makes the first move. Moving closer to the injured man he stops momentarily to observe the pink haired man. Finally by his side, he crouches next to the pinkette.

"I'm surprised you're even still alive considering all that blood. I'm going to call an ambulance, alright?" he assures him.

He went to pull out his phone but the man grabbed his hand before he could dial it.

"No, not the ambulance." the pinkette says, his grip tightening as he stared.

"But-"

"No." This time, the man growls. And it seems more threatening than before.

He sighs before complying with the man's request.

Instead he pulls out the med kit from his backpack.

"I'm going to patch you up okay? Since you don't like ambulances.." he mumbles

He works his way unbuttoning his vest and dress shirt. He runs his hands down his stomach to feel for wounds since the blood and the dark alleyway makes it hard to see.

"We just met and you're already touching me like this? I barely even know your name, boy." he groans as said 'boy' adds pressure to his wounds. Usually, Takemichi likes looking younger than his age. But of course, good things always have their downsides.

"First off, don't call me 'boy'. I am 26 for god's sake." he responds to the pinkette. He grabs the bandages and wraps the man's torso.

"And the name's Takemichi."

The other hums in response.

"Don't you think you're reacting a bit too calmly?" the man asks

"How so?" Takemichi responds as he moves on the man's left right arm. As he did that he also grabs another cotton ball that's dipped in rubbing alcohol.

"You run into a man full of wounds in a dark alleyway and instead of running away, you just come over and treat him? Who does that? And why do you even have a med kit?"

Takemichi looks at him for a moment, noticing the small cuts on his face. Deciding he also wants to treat them, he responds at the same time.

" One, me. I do that." he says as he leans closer to the man to tend his face. The man blushes, startled by the sudden contact and closeness. "Two, I have a med kit just in case something happens to me at work."