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just might

"Eren...you're bleeding." You pointed out and he immediately put his hand to his eyebrow where blood was leaking.

"Shit," he mumbled and wiped away at the cut above his eyebrow with his sleeve.

"I'll get the first aid—"

"Fuck. No...no, it's fine." He says with a bit of anger in his voice as he turns away from you.

You're sitting on the steps in front of your house together but you were standing to get the first aid. It was the third night he'd come to you with ice cream and the two of you would sit outside on the steps talking.

"Don't use your sleeve, I'll get the first aid—"

"No! I said it's fine, just give me a fucking minute!" He snapped at you abruptly and you just stared at him as you stood, a little shaken by him yelling at you so randomly.

He kept wiping the blood and it kept pouring, it started to drip onto his jeans. You made a decision at that moment to ignore him, even though he was rude to you, you went back inside and grabbed the first aid.

Your steps were large and wide so when you got back outside, you got down on your knees on the last step in front of where he was seated. You pushed his arm away from his face and opened up the first aid.

He was resistant at first but when you started wiping his cut with the alcohol pad, he winced his eyes and allowed you to do so. It looked as though he was calming down as you continued to wipe the wound clean.

"You don't have to be a pissy little bitch to me when I'm trying to help you." You said to him, as calm as still water and he shifted his eyes over to you.

"You're right...I'm sorry. I just—..." he glanced down looking at the ground while you finished wiping the cut.

"You just, what? Enjoy being mean to people because you're upset? That's immature and you should be grown out of that by now." You corrected and his eyes widened a bit while looking at you.

"No, I just...I'm sorry." He cleared his throat without finishing his sentence, he looked at you after apologizing and you didn't reply.

"I didn't know you were capable of cussing like that."

"Why wouldn't I be? Because I wear pretty colors and like ice cream?" You replied and reached into the first aid, you wiped your hands with the alcohol and put gloves on before grabbing the laceration closures.

"I didn't mean it like that...you're just typically nice to me." He explained as you opened the package.

"Well, I won't be when you're being mean." You muttered and brought your hands up to his face.

"Don't move." You instructed as you pressed the laceration closer to the skin above his eyebrow carefully, he winced his eyes shut again from the pain of you pressing down on the area.

You moved your fingers to the next one and he flinched when you pressed down on it to stick to him, jerking his head away.

"I said don't move."

"It hurts." He complained but you ignored him and continued to do what you needed to, you didn't notice it at first but he was looking right at you as you kept your face in front of him.

"It wouldn't hurt if you would win your fights." You pointed out and he squinted at you a little.

"I already told you why I lose on purpose."

"And I still don't understand. If you practice enough, who says you won't win before you get knocked out?!" You slightly snapped at him, finishing up on his face and grabbing another laceration closure.