Strange Love (boy yanderexreader)

Chapter 5

I gasped in surprise and slight pain, as he was pushing on my ribs. "I'm sorry, but I'm just so glad you're safe, I needed to hold you, if even for a second" He whispered. I dropped my crutches and wrapped my arms around him, hugging back, not caring about the pain engulfing my chest, I had never felt so cared for, nobody ever seemed to care but Himaru... after knowing him for two days, he's the only one who seems genuine in his concern. Still, how can I feel so strongly for someone I met two days ago, it doesn't make sense. I spent my entire life distancing myself from people. Trying to stay invisible and just slip away. How could years of hard work be wiped away by one person in two days? Without warning Himaru expertly lifts me off the ground and carries me bridal style to his truck.

A little startled I dropped my crutches and felt bad about having him go back and get them. He wouldn't let me out of the passenger seat, saying that I need to rest my ankle and shouldn't be walking on it today. I just grumbled, slightly annoyed at the fact that he didn't think I could take care of myself. I looked at my broke, bruised and beat up body. Maybe there were some reasons behind those thoughts though. He tossed my crutches in the backseat and and hopped into the driver's side. It felt strange, normally in car rides like this the awkward silence was so heavy I would practically suffocate, but now... It was a comfortable silence, we were both just enjoying the fact that we were together. I had never felt like this before, enjoying someone's company. It was foreign and strange, and I didn't like it. But... I never wanted this feeling to leave either. "So, are you able to tell me what happened now?" He asked, not taking his eyes off the road. "I-I guess...." I stuttered, not sure how to begin. I didn't want to lie anymore. One lie led to another which led to another, which eventually led to you having to be careful with every little thing you said. And I didn't want that, not with Himaru. But what choice did I have? I opened my mouth, ready to spit out the bullshit story I had prepared when he said, "Wait, we're almost to my house, tell me over a cup of tea, I feel like you'll need it". I blinked at him, confused. Almost to his house? We've been driving for like five minutes. He pulled into a driveway, at a house that was on the end of my street. He lives here? "I didn't know you lived so close" I said quietly, still shaken by what he said. I reached back to grab my crutches and meander my way to his door when he gently pushed my hand away. "Hang on a sec" He said, hopping out of his truck and half running, half walking his way over to the passenger door. He opened the door, reached in and grabbed me around the waist, carefully setting me on the ground.

"Don't put any weight on the ankle" He said, his words warm and soft. I felt a shiver go down my spine. What is this. My heart is racing, my words are jammed, I can feel my face blushing. I brought my hands up to my face, my hands are shaking, it's like I'm scared, but I'm not. What was this feeling? "Here ya go" Himaru handed me my crutches, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Oh, thank you" I said, scared to say anything else, worried I might regret something later. We made our way to his door, which he held open for me, I nodded my head at him as a thank you and stepped inside. His house was cozy, it had worn furniture and a nice cinnamony smell. There were still boxes everywhere from moving. "Your house is really nice" I said, looking at the little trinkets that lined the mantel. There was a beautiful silver elephant, a baseball trophy, and a dried out corsage. "I'll make some tea, is chamomile okay?" He asked, I nodded my head and followed him into the kitchen. "Did they treat you well at the hospital?" He asked, filling the kettle with water, and turning the stove on. "Hm? Oh yes they did, everyone there was so nice, even when they drew my blood they always made sure I was comfortable." I replied, trying to sound more cheerful than I was. "Although I'm kind of used to it, I've been to the hospital a lot" I rambled, why was I telling him this? "Why?" He asked curtly, his tone changing to an icier one. Shit, good going you idiot. "Oh.. well I have a lot of medical issues, I have asthma, arthritic knees, I tore my shoulder in seventh grade.." I trailed off, not wanting to mention the times I've been in there due to other things. "I see" was all he replied. God, I have got to learn to keep my mouth shut.