PHIGHTING ONESHOTS!

💕| Medhammer yaya!!

Note: Sorry this isn't smut!! I suck at writing it, so if once I am better at writing- I'll do so. ;-; 

Medkit stood amidst the remnants of the arena, the echoes of the recent Phight still ringing in his ears. His forest-green suit jacket was slightly rumpled, and his gloved hands bore the grime of battle. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and the metallic tang of blood, a familiar cocktail that never ceased to unsettle him. His revolver hung loosely in his right hand, while his medkit, a lifeline for the fallen, was clutched tightly in his left.

He sighed, the weight of his role as a healer pressing heavily on his shoulders. The once-gleaming crystal between his horns dimmed slightly, mirroring his fatigue. He longed for the quiet of his workshop, a place where he could lose himself in the precision of engineering and the comfort of solitude.

As he turned to leave, he noticed a towering figure approaching through the lingering dust and debris. Ban Hammer, the notorious and arrogant Phighter, strode towards him, his blindfold firmly in place, and his oversized hammer resting against his shoulder. Medkit's brow furrowed in irritation; the last thing he needed was an encounter with Ban Hammer's ego.

"Great," Medkit muttered under his breath, adjusting his eyepatch. "Just what I needed."

(GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY)

Ban Hammer halted a few paces away, his usual cocky demeanor conspicuously absent. Medkit noticed the subtle slump in his posture, the way his shoulders seemed to carry an invisible burden. This was not the Ban Hammer he was accustomed to seeing, the one who reveled in his own bravado and taunted his opponents with cutting remarks.

"Medkit," Ban Hammer began, his voice uncharacteristically soft. "I need to talk to you."

Medkit raised an eyebrow, suspicion mingling with curiosity. "If you're here to brag about your latest 'victory' or to insult my horns, save it. I'm not in the mood."

Ban Hammer shook his head, the purple bandana over his eyes hiding whatever turmoil lay beneath. "No, it's not that. It's... it's something else."

Medkit studied Ban Hammer, noting the vulnerability in his stance. This was new territory for both of them. Ban Hammer was rarely, if ever, vulnerable, and Medkit had never seen him in such a state.

"Alright," Medkit said slowly, lowering his revolver. "What is it?"

Ban Hammer took a deep breath, the spikes on his gauntlets glinting in the dim light. "I don't know how to say this, but... I've been struggling. For a while now."

Medkit's eyes widened in surprise. "Struggling? You? The great Ban Hammer?"

"Yes," Ban Hammer replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's not just about the Phights or the criminals. It's... it's about how I feel. About you."

Medkit's heart skipped a beat. This was not what he had expected. He had always seen Ban Hammer as a brash, overconfident Phighter, not someone capable of deep emotion.

"I know I come off as arrogant and full of myself," Ban Hammer continued, his words stumbling over each other. "But it's all a front. A way to cope with... with how much I actually care about you."

Medkit's mind raced. The countless times Ban Hammer had insulted him, the endless jabs and taunts—had they all been a mask for something deeper? He felt a pang of empathy, mingled with confusion.

"Why now?" Medkit asked, his voice softer. "Why are you telling me this now?"

"Because I can't keep pretending," Ban Hammer confessed, his hands tightening around the handle of his hammer. "Every time I see you patching someone up, risking your own safety, it makes me realize how much you mean to me. And it scares me."

Medkit took a step closer, the anger and annoyance he had felt earlier melting away. He saw Ban Hammer in a new light, not as a rival or a nuisance, but as someone who, like him, was struggling with his own demons.

"We all have our battles," Medkit said gently, his eyes meeting the bandana-covered gaze of Ban Hammer. "And sometimes, the hardest ones are the ones we fight within ourselves."

Ban Hammer nodded, a hint of relief in his posture. "I don't expect anything from you, Medkit. I just needed you to know. To understand."

Medkit reached out, placing a gloved hand on Ban Hammer's armored shoulder. "Thank you for telling me. It takes courage to be vulnerable. More than it does to wield that hammer of yours."

Ban Hammer managed a small smile, the tension in his body easing. "Maybe you're right. Maybe it's time I started being more honest. With myself, and with you."

As they stood amidst the remnants of the arena, a tentative understanding began to form between them. Medkit saw the potential for something deeper, a connection forged not through Phights or rivalry, but through honesty and vulnerability.

"Let's take it one step at a time," Medkit suggested, his voice steady. "We both have a lot to work through. But maybe, just maybe, we can help each other along the way."

Ban Hammer nodded, his smile growing a little wider. "I'd like that. A lot."

And so, in the aftermath of a battle, two unlikely allies found the beginnings of something more—a relationship built on mutual respect, shared struggles, and the promise of healing, both inside and out. 

Word count: 875

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