Closure (Karkat X Reader)

Chapter 14

Afer a few days of nothing but worried friends and partial consciousness, the water finally dies down. My face is still jacked up--- a few more scars to add onto the list--- and Karkat and Kankri's home is completely destroyed. Officials from all fields come to my apartment to ask questions with each of us, and all of the noise only dies down after about two weeks.
School, of course, can't continue, which is a bit of a bonus. The only thing of mine I was able to recover from the building was Karkat's portrait, since the Art room was on the second floor. I actually finished it, but still have to actually give it to the grumpy troll.
But I am still bedridden.
My cuts from the night of the flood turned out to be quite severe. Apparently, it's a miracle that I'm not totally disfigured, but I still have to be very careful for them not to get infected, which means that my two housemates would not let me move, like, whatsoever. Kankri insists on taking care of me and the housework, while formally appointing Karkat as the Head Chief of Y/N's Company.
They both unpacked all of the boxes, went grocery shopping, and grabbed the forgotten fridge from my old house. My apartment was officially 'settled in'.
"You okay, y/n?" I hear Karkat enter my room quietly, just in case I was asleep. I sit up on my elbows, snapping out of my reflective trance.
"Yeah, just chilling on my phone." I was able to obtain a brand new phone, with an upgrade as well. He nods, making his way into the room. I smile with a wince. These stupid gashes won't let me make a single expression without PURE PAIN.
He sits down at my bed with a sigh. He's been acting... strange, lately. I cannot for the life of me tell why, but it does worry me. He's been the closest thing I've had since the crash, although I haven't ever said it aloud. It's far too embarassing, and I still can't talk about it, despite the fact that I keep thinking about my parents increasingly nowadays--- with all of the time I've been married to my bed, of course. All of the feelings about my situation have been bottling up from the second I woke up in the cold hospital bed to this very moment, and the cup is on the edge of overflowing. But I still insist on buying a bigger glass, rather than drink it.
"So, I've been doing some thinking," He says in his raspy voice, "that maybe later, we could go somewhere." I shrug.
"My face may be a sight for sore eyes, but yeah, that sound-"
"Like, on a... date." I freeze as he cuts me off. It seems that by now we've been on many 'dates', but we never deemed it as official. We never even confirmed our relationship as anyhthing more that platonic, despite the fact that a) he is singlehandedly the most protective friend I have ever had--- even more so than the guys from old relationships; and b) my nightmares are so frequent that he sleeps in my room practically every night; and during those nights, he holds me close to his chest as I fall asleep. I have the scent of his warm chest burned into my warm memories. Whenever Kankri calls us an item, though, we refuse to uphold that recognition. It's like we're the definition of the word 'denial'.
I gulp, slowly opening up my mouth, then shutting it again. He looks down.
"I mean, you don't have to. I would totally understand if you didn't want to- you know what? Forget I said that. I am such a fuckass for suggesting something like that with everything you've gone thro-" I cut him off.
"I would love to, Karkat." His face freezes.
"Wait. Seriously? You know, I am fucking not at all trying to pressure you, y/n. I know you said you weren't ready for that kind of stuff when we first met, but I mean it's not anything serious, and I know we've only known each other for a fucking month, but I just figured that it would be nice to get out of this really fucking gloomy apartment, and-"
"Karkat. I​​​​​​ said yes. You don't have to rant, because I'm really fine with it," I say, slightly giggling at his nervous ramble. "I mean, of course I can't do a full-on relationship, but I do think that I can work out a skeleton of one, although I do think we already formed one." I admit, blushing furiously. He's silent for a second, his red face mimicking mine. After a long pause, his eyes light up.
"You seriously think so?"
"Yeah. I really do, Karkat. So, where are we going for our *glorious* date?" I ask, wriggling my eyebrows, causing him to blush even more furiously than before.
"I was thinking of that Hibachi steakhouse down the road, and then maybe that movie you keep flipping your shit about. Deadpool, right?" My eyes widen.
"DEADPOOL?!?!?! YOU'LL TAKE ME TO SEE DEADPOOL?!?!?!" ​​​​​​" I exclaim with my pain receptors instantly flaring up. "owwwww...." I groan, slumping down in my bed. He gives a smirk. Normally, he would to freak out over my pain, but both him and Kankri are more than used to it by now; as long as my scabs don't tear.
"Yep." I've been wanting to see that movie since last year, but never had the chance to grab the tickets with the flood and wounds and all of that shit. I wish I could fling my arms around him, but it would be far too painful. Instead, he hugs me, as if he could read my mind. I breathe in the clean scent of his sweater. It's always laced with a hint of cherries, which I always enjoy. When he pulls back, Kankri walks into the room.
"Well, Karkat, did she say yes?"