Distraction [[Eustass Kid X Reader]]

Don't be my friend

Your eyes slid open in the darkened room. White hot pain radiated from the back of your head.

"Ah-ah." You winced sitting up feeling the bandage woven through your hair.

A pill bottle came sailing through the air bouncing off your chest. Kid sat on your futon, amber eyes flickering from you back to the TV.

"Go back to sleep mouse." He grumbled, "Goth boy will be here soon."

"What time is it?" You shifted sliding your legs off the bed.

"Early. What are you doing?" His eyebrow twitched.

"Water..." You replied pointing at the package of water bottles on top of your mini fridge.

He stood snatching a bottle from the pack and thrust it to you.

"There." He narrowed his eyes.

"You didn't have to stay." You tucked your legs up in the bed fumbling with the pill bottle.

"Killer would never forgive me." He slouched back into the futon crossing his arms clearly uninterested in conversation.

"Oh." You settled back into your sheets.

The room felt awkward and heavy while you let the medicine spread through your system.

"Hey Kid?" You murmured sleepily.

You heard him shift, "What."

"...Thanks." You yawned.

"Go to sleep." He muttered.

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You stretched running your foot down a calf that didn't belong to you. There was a weight over your right side. Someone was in bed with you.

It couldn't be.

Your heart sped up as you mustered the courage to crack open your right eye. Much to your surprise Law's sleeping face was just inches from yours. His hair was in complete disarray, short quiet snores pushed passed his just barely parted lips. You glared at him making sure you drank in every detail of this adorable view. He stirred a bit as you pulled away.

You unlocked your phone on the way to the bathroom. Passed noon, so much for classes. There was also a text from Shanks to stay home today. And a text from a number you didn't already have saved.

Unknown: Text me when you wake up. Just so I know you're OK.

Unknown: It's Killer BTW.

Me: Hey Killer. I'm fine sorry for troubling you guys last night.

Killer: No trouble. I don't think your friend is going to allow you to walk home from work after dark anymore though.

Me: I'll take care of that.

Killer: I gotta get back to class. I'm glad you're alright. If you need a ride anywhere later let me know.

Me: Will do. Have a good day 😁

You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror as you washed your hands. There was a small cut on your left brow and a few bruises here and there.

"You look like crap." You muttered before shuffling back to your small room and taking a seat where Kid had been on the futon. The picture of you and Law from high school was face down in its place on the window sill. You righted the frame and settled back on the cushion.