Cynonari Fluffy Oneshots

Nurse's Office

General matra Cyno faces many difficult challenges when facing the works of crime and judgement. Although he is used to the overbearing pain inflicted on him, he can't turn a blind eye towards his injuries.

Today, he faced a furious brawl with yet another smuggler of Canned Knowledge. The criminal was swift, agile, and on point, all traits one needed to be a successful fighter.

"Heh, you're tough for a smuggler." Cyno smirked, his body nearly covered in scars. The criminal chuckled in response. "That's an honor coming from the General Mahamatra," he responded. A bellowed battle cry escaped his lips as he lunged toward the shorter man with all the amount of determination he had.

••••

Collei is on yet another patrol with her master. She enjoyed the wonderful scenery of the Avidiya Forest with every greenery. Sometimes it distracted her from her original mission, ultimately resulting in her being scolded, but it was worth it.

Last time she dozed off into her surroundings she found the unconscious Traveller next to a stressed Paimon. There truly is good in the bad. Today's patrol was no different. She found yet another injured patient, Cyno.

In a heartbeat, she rushed over to the stumbling matra. "C-Cyno! Are you okay!?" she exclaimed, stumbling over her words with stress and panic. The gentle man calmly rested a tanned hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, Collie. I'm used to it," he said reassuringly. "Where's your master?"

"He's patrolling somewhere around the river!" she pointed to a nearby stream. Cyno gave her a respectable nod before continuing his path. "Wait, where are you going?" Collei abruptly asked. "Aren't you too injured to walk?" Cyno looked over his shoulder, focusing his attention on the worried girl. "Like I said, Collei. I'm used to it."

••••

Collei decided to inform her master about the newest patient. She was answered by a tired sigh. Tighnari constantly looked over injured animals and or persons, whether it be illnesses or physical damage. His medical intellect gave Cyno the insight that he could appear with an injured being or himself.

Tighnari constantly complained about Cyno's actions of deliberately delivering patients, but he never turned them down. It was his duty to protect all life as a chief Forest Watcher after all.

When returning to his hut, he was met by a snow haired young man resting on his bed. "Collie informed me that you got yourself into yet another fight," Tighnari said with a hint of annoyance in his tone. "And from the looks of it, it was a tough one." He observed the scars ruining the smooth tanned skin. "It was ridiculous," Cyno scoffed. "He was a smuggler."

A soft hum left the Fennec's lips. It wasn't necessary to speak of any medical treatments in this situation. It's happened countless times. Cyno practically remembered each medical procedure for any injury accordingly, but never performed it himself. He felt there must have been a specific reason for why the first thing that comes to mind when he looks down at a deep wound is those brown irises fading into a mint green.

He stared at the back of Tighnari's darkened hair, his gaze slowly shifting to the satisfying huge pointed ears planted perfectly on top. Everyone has the unbearable urge to touch them, but he viewed them as nothing more than an unusual trait.

With an abrupt turn, Tighnari focused his quiet attention on the man he considered his close friend. Cyno noticed the lingering silence in between them. All that was needed were his body to be healed. The quiet, gentle tension triggered a calm aura as Tighnari kneeled on his knee with the prepared items. Cyno embraced the quiet thoughtfully, but that was until an abrupt emotion fell upon him when his friend came in physical contact.

He looked at the young Fennec, those mixed irises filled with coolheaded focused energy while his gloved hands dabbed rubbing alcohol on his scar with a cloth. Cyno didn't even wince. He was too focused on the soft contact of Tighnari's talented hands to notice the burning sensations. Many confused and wired thoughts poured into his head as they buzzed around in a hoarded, unorganized motion.

What is this? Why do I feel like this? What's happening? Is there something wrong? What should I do? The matra hadn't been so confused like this in his life. This abrupt feeling barging into his mind with no intention of leaving left a dangerous mark in his head, sending the rest of it into panic. His consciousness had been boggled because it had no idea what this specific emotion was.

Tighnari's unanticipated focused hums didn't help anything besides his wounds. Every low, soft rhythm strung from his throat shook Cyno's breathing. He focused his full attention into controlling his lungs shakily projecting every breath he drew. He tried to keep it unnoticed, but nothing gets past those sharp ears. Tighnari shifted his eyes towards the flustered matra.

"Is this hurting you?" he asked with a raised brow, the soft tone piercing Cyno's heart. "The stings are throwing me off." His answer was returned with a sarcastic, teasing grin. "The tough General Mahamatra himself can't handle a little rubbing alcohol?" he teased, followed with a soft chuckle. It was uncommon to hear laughter emit from him. It ignited something in the flustered matra. The dead silence continued surrounding them as the playful chirps of crickets sang outside the hut.

The fair skinned young man leaned over to observe a wound closely, his large pointed ears just inches from Cyno's face. He tilted his head back slightly to avoid colliding. He heard a low groan emit deep from the Fennec's throat. "This wound is pretty deep," the gentle Forest Watcher said. "I'm afraid that it needs patching." With that, Tighnari stood to sort the proper materials.

••••

The resting matra had finally awoke to the sounds of cheerful chirps of early birds. He noticed the neatly colorfully patterned knitted towel resting on his torso. Carefully removing it revealed a carefully bandaged waist. The bed underneath him comforted his spine with fluffy softness. Observing his surroundings, he found himself resting in Tighnari's hut.

The night before left a clear memory in the young matra. His tanned skin being pierced with needle and thread, it's bearer looking enticing with his focused gaze. Tighnari's talented hands concealed by dark gloves worked smoothly and accordingly with every string. Although his skin was penetrated by the minute, Cyno's hidden emotion blocked the attention of the pain signals stinging him. The only thing he could focus on was his closest friend.

He remembered the awkward contact with his shaky breath and Tighnari's ears. With Tighnari's overbearing touch, Cyno let the concealed shivering breaths freely escape his mouth. The exhaled air collided with the tips of the Fennec's attractive ears, causing them to twitch uncomfortably. When this repeated almost continuously, the Fennec gave his friend an annoyed look.

"I understand that this may hurt, but can you please consider doing that through your nose?" he asked, trying to sound polite. A ting of embarrassment rose in the matra, but he brushed it off and let the Fennec continue his task.

His thoughts were abruptly cut off by the rustling leaves covering the entrance. When they parted they revealed Collei. "Are you okay?" she asked in a polite whisper. Cyno returned the kind girl's question with a gentle smile followed by a nod. Acknowledging his answer the green haired teen smiled.

"Master said that you need to stay in for a bit until your wound heals," she informed."He would tell you himself but he's out patrolling. You'll see him again eventually!" Cyno's polite grin planted on his face. "Thank you, Collei," he said calmly."And tell him I give him my thanks as well."

Part 2 coming soon after my other oneshots.