Y/N lives with Sam, Tara, and Quinn just for context but that's not super important here ig💀 Anyway. This pic should definitely be kept in mind for this chapter
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It was late one night while Y/N was pent up in her room working on a paper for her humanities class. Typing away at her computer, she grew restless and leaned her head on her headboard, closing her eyes. As she sat there taking her mind off of her research, she listened to the light rain tapping on her window.
Suddenly, though, her window next to her bed was forcibly opened and a deep groan came through.
Y/N perked right up and let a little yelp out. She still hadn't gotten use to Ethan's new look.
He climbed into her room from the fire escape balcony in all black and that special white mask, drenched in blood.
"Oh god Ethan! Call me before you come over, you freak me the fuck out every time you do this." She told him off sternly.
"Sorry, got caught up in a little fiasco a couple blocks over." He said ripping the mask off onto the floor. He shook his curls out to get them fluffy again then flashing his charming smile. He knew how that always got Y/N to swoon.
Y/N stood up to walk over to him when she realized he was limping a little. "Jesus what happened to you?" She worried.
"I think you can imagine what happened." He said slyly.
"No, I know that." She smiled to herself. "I just mean what happened to you're leg?!"
"Oh yeah... don't worry about that. Basically a paper cut. This one bitch just wouldn't give up and tried to slice my thigh after she got a hold of my knife." Ethan's voice was tight, obviously holding onto his pain as he slumped down onto Y/N's bed.
"Oh right, yeah a 'slice', that sounds fine. For suuure." Y/N said with sarcasm trying to cover her concern.
Y/N started lifting the black costume over his head while he flicked his shoes off. Y/N bent down in front of where he sat on the edge of the bed. "So are you gonna take your pants off or do I have to?" She said with an interested smile.
He laughed to himself and brought his pants down to his ankles, leaving him in just his black boxers and a wife beater.
Y/N felt a rush of blood flow through her. Ethan's arms had gotten bigger over the past couple weeks and being so close to him while he was so vulnerable almost distracted her from his wound.
"Holy shit! A paper cut? Thats not even funny saying that shit when it looks like this!" Y/N said looking up at him in shock. He gave a lazy smile to her while holding back the pain.
Y/N shot up and rushed to the bathroom in furry, looking for anything to help.
"Ahh come on it's not that bad. You don't need to freak out like this. I just need a bandaid or something." He shouted after her in the bathroom. He looked down at his thigh and winced at the blood. "Maybe a few bandaids." He said under his breath.
