Zuro

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"Kyan, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I wasn't focusing. I didn't see him, I'm so sorry." As soon as they walked into the apartment Zyah hasn't stopped apologising. "Zyah... Zyah relax." Kyan had been up and down after placing the injured pup in the bathtub and getting the first aid kit.

He was losing his mind. How quickly had he sobered up? His nose hurt, and he could taste the blood on his busted lip. In an attempt to calm down, he reached up and scratched his forehead, and reopened the cut above his eye. "Fuck!" He was shouting now. "Zyah, go to your room. I'm going to fix this guy and I'll come up and check on you alright?" I can't focus like this. You're breathing down my neck."

"Hey buddy, hey its alright, you're safe. You're going to be alright." Kyan tried soothing the little dog as Zyah quieted down and only watched her best friend care for the dog that she'd knocked.

He's always doing that, fixing and cleaning up her messes. How come she never realised it until now? Why did he have to point it out to her? She felt really guilty. Not only did she cause a fight between him and the almost only friend he's made at this college, she'd probably ruined their car and worsened his injuries from the fight.

When he turned around with the dog in his arms. She gasped in both amazement and horror. He was bleeding like a tap and still managed to look fucking hot. Not that she was checking him out, because they're best friends and he wasn't really the relationship type of guy.

He stood there for no less than a second before moving past her and placing the pup on the couch. The one neither of them sat in after Zyah had messed with her periods. It was her period couch. "Come back here Pilot." She beckoned, leaning in to search for a gauze and cotton balls.

There was never an awkward silence between them, but Zyah couldn't help but notice his flexing muscles as he discarded his wet shirt and tucked it into his jeans waistband. She tried distracting herself by dipping the cotton ball into the disinfectant and almost as soon as he'd reached her she dabbed the ball with a little more pressure than intended. "Ow, Jesus Zyah. Am I not supposed to be the angry one here?" Zyah chuckled lightly. "You're such a big baby. What's gonna happen if you need stitches?" 

Kyan stepped back. "No Zyah, no stitches. Just clean it up and cover it with the plaster and finish up. I'm tired."  He could feel a headache coming on. "When we're done here, go straight to bed. We'll talk about the dog tomorrow."

For some reason, Zyah didn't want to be sent to bed so she spent a little more time than necessary cleaning up the blood from his lip. "Do you uhm want me to cover this up too?" Kyan only shook his head. He was feeling hungover too soon. He leaned in and kissed her softly on her forehead. "Go to bed Captain. We'll talk tomorrow. We do need to discuss those listening skills of yours." Zyah rolled her eyes and jumped off the countertop. She stuck her tongue out and slapped her arse.

He laughed at her antics, stuck his tongue out at her, waved his hands above his head and did his happy dance. She cracked up. Her smile always made him feel more than he should, even more so when he was the reason. It felt like whenever she smiled, the arteries that led to his heart began accepting it's duty, pumping more blood than necessary and he was alive. "I hate how you're turning more and more into Vernon. I have a big brother Kyan, where's my best friend?"

He smiled lightly and pulled her in under his arm. "I love you Lucy and I'll take up any role necessary whenever the need arises. I'm still your bestfriend. I just need to be alot more if I'm all you've got out here." Zyah couldn't hide the grin nor the blush plastered on her face. "My name is not Lucy, where do you get that? And since when did you become all mushy like a melted marshmallow?"

Zyah hadn't realised that he'd walked her to her room until he shook his head, slammed the door in her face and yelled goodnight.