Y/n sat in the living room to watch TV for a few minutes. I could hear the channels being changed and her groaning once in a while with disgust, disappointment, annoyance, or all of the above.
I heard the TV suddenly go silent as I laid still and quiet. I turned my head to the side and saw her quietly stand through the doorway. I quickly closed my eyes, but heard her quietly approach.
"Hey, Ayato," she quietly said, barely touching my bare shoulder. "Ayato, wake up."
"Hmm?" I hummed in a fake sleepy voice. I truly yawned though as I looked to her. "What's the matter?"
She looked away, and I saw her cheeks redden before her hair covered them.
"You don't have to sleep on the table," she said quietly. "I have a perfectly fine couch."
"I thought you went to bed," I said slowly, drawing out my words like a lot of "Just Woken Up" people do.
She shook her head. "No, not yet. I needed to wind down some. Or at least attempt to," she said, muttering the last part. "I'm going to try to sleep as soon as I get you settled on the couch."
"Okay," I mumbled while nodding my head slowly. "But what about the blood?"
"Don't worry about it. It's an old couch anyway, and I can easily cover it with a blanket."
She helped me sit up, and I hissed in pain when I was sitting up completely.
"Hey, hey," she mumbled. "You're okay."
'Why isn't it healed completely yet?' I asked myself as she mostly carried me into the living room. 'Why am I so weak? Do I... need to eat?'
She sat me down on the couch, then helped me lay down.
"Are you hungry?" she asked.
"Why are you helping me?" I questioned.
She sighed, and sat down on the floor next to me. "I feel like I owe you this much. You did save my life." She stared into my eyes, and I felt like I was her equal. "Even after what you did earlier."
"I don't know what came over me," I said, breaking eye contact and covering them with my hand.
She let out another heavy breath. "I'll take that as an apology and get you something light to eat," she said as she stood and up and walked towards the kitchen. "Is toast and butter okay?" her voice called back. "Or do you want some kind of chicken soup?"
My stomach turned unpleasantly at both suggestions. When Y/n didn't hear an answer, she poked her head out of the kitchen door and watched me with searching eyes.
"Um..." I paused completely unsure of what to say. I knew I couldn't eat either one, but I also learned that Y/n can be very stubborn and I didn't want to start something I couldn't finish or win. "Which ever is easier?"
She looked confused for a moment, and then deep in thought. "They're both easy, and actually go good together."
She looked at me. "Do you want both?"
"Sure?" I said, but I was anything but sure.
She nodded with a smile. "Understood!" she said happily, ducking back into the kitchen.
"Oh, yeah, you can watch some TV if you want. The remote should be on the coffee table."
I said nothing as I contemplated my situation and what I should do, but still picked up the remote and turned on the TV anyway. What I saw made me freeze, drop the remote silently on the couch, and my train of thought to go off track.
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Intoxicating Love
Fanfic(Y/n) was out with her best friend, being immature as always, being too careless, (Y/n) had a close call with death. "Luckily" she was saved by a boy her age. What (Y/n) didn't know, is that life would have been kinder if she died that instant. (Yan...
