Missed Messages [Choso x Reader]

Coffee

TW: pain (?), stitches, and panic attacks.

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      Time seemed to pass slowly. Despite you being unconscious due to blood loss, you could hear every sound, feel every gust of wind, even your sense of smell was heightened. The intimidating presence still held you in its arms, thoughts raced through your mind: 'Is this the end? Is this figure going to kill me? Is this a plan?' You heard grunts and felt a shift of the temperature, along with a door creaking closed. The last thing you remember feeling was being gently laid down on some type of cushion, before you lost all consciousness whatsoever.

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      You woke up, your eyes fluttered awake. However you couldn't see anything, it took you a minute to realize there was a warm damp cloth on top of your eyes. You winced in pain as you felt somebody fidget with your wound. Still in shock, you slowly lifted the cloth of your eyes, looking at your wound. Looking at somebody's hands carefully cleaning and stitching the wound up. They were being precise, the sensation of the string stitching your skin together didn't hurt, it was a rather weird feeling you couldn't really describe. Whoever this was probably had numbed the wound beforehand- wait who was this? Your gaze slowly looked up, you recognized the person's sweater. Your gaze eventually looked at his face and it struck you. This was the man who was at the restaurant just hours prior. He hadn't even noticed that you had woken- he was deeply focused on stitching you up.

     You still felt rather uneasy, you slowly reached into your back pocket for your pocket knife.. Just in case. You watched him, analyzing every move and action he did. He seemed to be rather skilled, at this point you observed everything around you. The dimly lit room, the towel you were laying on, the soft quiet music playing in the background. You especially observed him, observing how his hair was now tied back - a few strands of his hair in his face. You observed his soft breathing - it seemed to be rhythmic, now that you were closer to him, you noticed just how muscular and lean he was. Your eyes fell down his body, now looking at his rolled up sleeves. He had some obvious veins in his arms, and his fingers were long and thin, something you could notice even when they were covered by gloves.

      After about 30 minutes since you had woken up, he was done with the stitches. He patted your stomach with a damp paper towel, soaking up any blood around the wound. At some point in your unconsciousness he had also stitched up the parallel wound on your back. He sighed before putting a firm hand behind your back, slowly lifting you up. Had he not realized you were awake? He kept that arm on your back and reached for a bandage wrap and slowly wrapped it around your waist, making sure to cover both wounds. He then slowly lowered you back down on the bed and his gaze finally found yours. His tired, seemingly emotionless eyes, widened slightly in shock. He stayed silent for a moment before quietly muttering "You may go back to sleep now." You were closer to his face than you had been before, leaving about a foot of space between you and him. In this moment you analyzed every aspect of his face, every pore, every crease. Soon realizing you were staring you looked away, awkward silence filled the room. 'What do I do? I mean this is really sketchy but he just saved my life...'

       He leaned away from you, his eyes wandered around the room before looking back at you. He rolled his neck before getting up, cleaning up the supplies he used. You felt his gaze look at you every once in a while - actually, it was pretty often. Once he had cleaned everything up he walked out of the room. "..." Silence filled the room, your eyes darted everywhere, the amount of pain you were in suddenly just sunk in. You realized your breathing was heavy and irregular. He may have tended to your wounds, but was it too late? Sure you weren't stabbed anywhere critical, but regardless, you were stabbed. Overthinking right now was definitely not a good idea - thus you felt your breathing hitch, as if you forgot to breathe. You choked out trying to get breath into your lungs, and the pain in your side suddenly became unbearable. Tears streaming down your face, you were anything but quiet. The man came back into your room, realizing what was happening. Though - he left the room again.

        At his disappearance, your thoughts grew more worried 'Is he going to leave me here to die? Was this his plan all along?' Your thoughts were interrupted by him rushing over to you, water in hand. He then kneeled next to you as his hand brushed through your hair, then it caressed your cheek. He never had to comfort anybody like this before, but he was completely aware you were having a panic attack. He spoke softly, his voice somewhat raspy "Breathe." He then lightly pressed the cold water bottle against your face, and you quickly gasped in, breathing in heavily. He removed his hand from your cheek to open the water bottle "Open." he told you. You did as he said - it felt like you had no other option. He slowly tipped the water bottle into your mouth, only allowing small amounts to enter your mouth at a time, assuring you didn't choke.

         Time had passed, and after taking some pain relievers and hydrating you felt much better. You were still weak - despite that you still had the energy to be curious. After many minutes of silence you asked him, in a weak raspy voice: "Who are you?" He flinched a little as your voice had pulled him out of his thoughts, he glanced over at you with his eyes before responding "Choso Kamo." his gaze returned to the floor, he sat at the edge of the bed, his legs spread and his elbows resting on his knees. You thought for a moment, silence filled the room once more, before you spoke again "I'm Y/n L/n" maybe it wasn't the best idea to give your full name to a stranger - but he did save your life after all. The air was silent again before you spoke up once again "so.. Why did you save me?" He seemed to tense up at the question before looking back at you. Silence – you broke the silence again "I mean - like you could have just taken me to the hospital you know?" his gaze fell to the floor again, he brought his hand up to his chin, deep in thought before responding - his gaze now looked at the wall in front of him.

         "Well - that coffee you made me was good. I suppose."

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AN: This ones short too, my fault. TY FOR READING THO, I swear its going to become more entertaining. There will be yandere tendencies but nothing too extreme - you already got a glimpse of his overprotective side in the first chapter if u caught that ;3.