Risk It All (Chishiya X You)

body to body

Warning: smut,

You'd never seen Chishiya drive before which is why the sight was so strange as he pulled up and exited the vehicle. "Sorry if you waited too long."

"It was fine." It hadn't taken him no more than 30 minutes to arrive outside the cafe. "I didn't mind waiting."

"Yeah, you do a great impression of a sidewalk decoration." He snorts opening the passenger door. "Get in."

"Thank you." He waits until you're comfortable in your seat before carefully closing the door.

You weren't much of a car person, didn't really know much about them or ever need to but you could tell it was an expensive model. "This is nice."

"Thanks." The car comes to life with a rumble. "How was your day?"

He checked you had your seatbelt on before pulling onto the road. "Okay, I worked a little."

"How has work been?" You'd talked a lot the night before. The conversation had lasted hours and you'd touched on every important topic you could possibly think of yet you'd skipped over the little things about each other's life. "We didn't talk about these things much yesterday."

"If we talked about it all in one go we would have been there for months." He deadpans. "Work was okay, I mostly take care of the stuff behind the scenes.

"That's probably for the better, your bedside manner wasn't the most comforting." Although you know he's different now, a better person if you will, you still can't imagine him being all too great and patient during interactions.

He looks over, raising his eyebrows. "If I remember rightly I was always a great doctor, you were just a terrible patient."

"I got shot and you told me not to whine." You argue back.

"It was a bullet graze and you were screaming. I didn't want us to get found because you couldn't bite your tongue." He challenges.

"Oh" you widen your eyes in disbelief. "and what about when you risked your life for a book and then crawled back to the house where I had to literally tie you back together."

"I can't believe you didn't kill me, those stitches were awful." He laughs, a hand brushing against the place where he had gotten injured absentmindedly.

"Hey!" You hit his arm lightly. "I did what I could. I didn't have four years of medical school to help me."

He nods in agreement. "Well I'm alive so I suppose they weren't that bad."

"What about you?" He asks. "Work, I mean."

"Fine, I haven't been writing much." You shrug. "I've been doing pieces here and there but it doesn't feel the same as before."

"Why?" He asks.

"I used to like writing because it allowed me to investigate the world, the people and their stories. You can only live one life but with the journalism, you can experience hundreds, ever since the borderlands I feel as though I can't look at those people nor their stories the same."

"You witnessed the worst thing the world has to offer so the good no longer feels special?" He explains your feelings so exactly with words that have often escaped you.

"Yeah, that's..." You take a deep breath. "That's exactly how I feel."

"That's partly why I left my last job, Arisu says that seeing so much of the world's evil makes the fact we can see the good all that more special."

"What do I think?" He repeats and you nod. "I think Arisu should probably see a therapist and stop thinking he is one."

You know you shouldn't laugh but you can't help it, the unexpected comeback catching you off guard.