Mystic messenger x Reader~Type your feelings

Zen x Reader~Nice day

~Your P.O.V~
"It is..disgustingly hot out here." I whispered as I dry heaved over a bin in the park, Zen in front of me, running on the spot to keep his heart rate up while panting slightly.

Zen had dragged me outside that morning, telling me that we were about to go on a light run, I, believing I could handle it said okay and before I knew it Zen was murder sprinting around the edge of the park, stopping every once in a while to make sure I didn't crawl away.

"C'mon (Name)! One or two more laps and then we can get onto the real exercise!"

I could barely stop myself from climbing into the bin to hide.

Zen laughed a bit before reassuring me that it was a joke and after one more lap he'd let me go home and take a nap.

I was completely covered in sweat, my hair was falling out of the bobble I had put in it to keep it out of my face and my knees were weak.

"Zen if this continues I'm physically gonna die." Zen let out another laugh as he clutched his stomach,"Alright, ten more minutes and then we can go back to my house."

For the last ten minutes I managed to grit my teeth and bare it before I accidentally fell over my own shoelaces right before we reached the entrance so we could leave.

It wasn't a majestic fall as I would have liked, I tripped, my hands flew up into the air and I screamed before hitting my knee and elbow off of the path.

Zen quickly turned around and gasped before helping me up and looking at my cuts.

There was a pretty deep cut in my knee while the one on my elbow was a little more light.

"These are pretty bad," Zen thought for a moment,"Alright, get on my back." He bent over and turned around as my cheeks went pink before I managed to stammer out a "I-I couldn't."

Zen sighed,"If you walk on them they'll get worse so just get on, okay?"

After a bit of arguing I finally got on his back and he continued walking back to his house, I shoved my face into the crook between his neck and breathed out a small "Thank you."

Zen smiled as he continued walking to his apartment, sitting me down on the couch before quickly running outside to get some red bean paste Teriyaki for me to eat.

Zen put some running alcohol on the wounds as I hissed from the stinging pain before he put a few bandages on the injuries before sitting down beside me.

He put an arm over my shoulders and turned on the television, "Sorry for making you go for a run." I crossed my arms.

"Sorry for making you carry me."

I cuddled up to Zen and I was never made to go for a run again.

((Jesus fucking Christ this is so terrible I'm currently screaming please forgive me))