(AN: I DIDN'T FRIEND ZONE YATA IN "Dance With Me" XD)
(P.S. RIN MATSUOKA IS NOT A RAPIST. I WASN'T EVEN THINKING WHEN I USED THE NAME RIN IN THE "Insanity" SHOT. FORGIVE ME. ;_;)
You sighed as you pulled out the bottle of saline, slamming it down in front of Yata.
"Did you really have to get into it with Fushimi today?" You huffed, grabbing the medical gauze and a large pad bandage.
Yata avoided your eyes, keeping his on the counter. "He started it," He muttered.
You scoffed, rolling out a strip of the gauze and cutting it, then uncapping the saline. "Uh huh, sure. What are you, five? Take off your shirt."
Yata grumbled as he did what you said, pulling the white shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor. You grabbed a cotton ball and poured some saline on it, then began cleaning the wound on Yata's shoulder, where Fushimi had nailed him with one of his knives.
Yata hissed, clenching his fist as you cleaned the open wound, wiping the blood that trickled out with an old but clean clothe you'd snagged from the bathroom. Once you were sure it was clean and had little chance of getting infected, you tossed the cotton ball and clothe to the side and grabbed the bandage, peeling it open and placing it over the wound. You then grabbed the strip of gauze you'd cut and wrapped it around the bandage to help keep it in place, tucking the ends in once you'd finished.
"There," You said, leaning back with a sigh. "All done."
"Thanks." Yata winced as he flexed his arm, though it didn't hurt as much as it had a few moments ago.
"Mmhmm," You hummed, grabbing the bandage wrapper and used cotton ball as you stood. You tossed them into the garbage, then collected the left over medical supplies and put them back in their places. "No doubt it'll bleed, but try not to irritate it too much."
Yata nodded, leaning down to grab his bloody white shirt. "You think this'll come out?"
You glanced over your shoulder, eyeing the red stain closely. "I think I can get it out. Maybe."
Yata wadded it up and tossed it into the hamper you had sitting around the corner. His watch beeped then, signaling that Rikio was waiting outside.
"I gotta get back out there." Yata said, clicking his watch off. You clicked your tongue, turning away from him and opening the fridge to grab a soda.
"Alright," You said, voice dull. Yata could tell that you were greatly annoyed with him, so he slid up behind you, setting his hands on your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.
"C'mon, Y/N," He practically whined. "Don't be mad at me."
You rolled your eyes, shutting the fridge and turning around to face him. He readjusted his hands to your hips instead as you leaned back against the fridge. "I'm not mad. I'm annoyed. Annoyed that you always have to start something with Fushimi."
"I didn't!" Yata protested. "He started it!"
"Whatever, you still engaged, didn't you?"
Yata deflated and you knew that you'd won. "Alright, alright! So I should have just let it go and walked away, yeah yeah yeah. I promise I won't do it again, alright?"
You snorted. "Yeah, right."
Yata had the nerve to smirk at you then. "C'mon, Y/N, you and I both know that you find it totally hot when I come back with battle scars."
You narrowed your eyes at him. "It's true that you look hot with battle scars, but that doesn't mean that I want you to get any and end up getting hurt."
"Alright, I'll try and refrain from getting anymore."
"Good," You smirked, leaning into him as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "If you come back with anymore, I'm gonna give you the worst of all."
Yata's cheeks heated up at the dirty meaning behind your words, though his eyes twinkled mischievously. "Really? Well maybe I'll have to go get all banged up again."
"I'll bang you up."
You thought for sure he'd die the moment those words left your mouth. He choked on his own saliva, making you snicker as his whole face and ears turned bright red. "Y-You dirty woman."
"You know you like it," You sang, pulling away from him and popping open your soda. "Now get going. I want you back as soon as possible."
"Yes ma'am." Yata choked out, tripping over his feet in his flustered state. You giggled as he made his way to the door, head obviously spinning with all the possible things you had planned for when he got back.
"Yata," You called as he opened the door, and he glanced back at you questioningly. You blew him a kiss and wiggled your fingers in a wave. "Try not to get stabbed again."
Yata snorted, stumbling out the door. "Right."
