Love Triangle: Genma Fluff Edition

Blood

Genma was pulled out of bed by the sound of something breaking in his living room. He glanced at his clock, realizing it was just a little after two in the morning. As he quickly tugged on a pair of sweatpants and a white t-shirt, he wondered who would be stupid enough to break into his house. Not only was he home, but he was a jonin. They wouldn't get away with this...

"Genma, how do you make this stop bleeding?"

He had just flipped the light on, kunai drawn and ready, when he looked down on the floor. There sat his girlfriend, dirty and covered in blood. He knew she had been sent out on a mission and it would probably be late when she got back, but he never expected this is how she'd make her return known.

He stood in the doorway, kunai still drawn and just stared at her in horror. When he didn't respond, she finally looked up at him and rolled her eyes. "Look, I'll replace your lamp. I forgot it was there and I knocked it over—"

"It's not the lamp I'm worried about, [Y/N]. How much blood have you lost? You're covered!"

"Oh, well it's not all mine. See, really only like half is mine, which brings me back to this," she pointed at the wound in her thigh, dangerously close to her femoral, "This hurts. How do you make it stop bleeding?"

Genma facepalmed. "You go to the hospital, where you should've gone first."

"Ugh, I really didn't want to do that. They're going to have something to say about this mess. I figured you'd know how to fix this."

"Me? [Y/N], it's the hospital. It's their job to make things stop bleeding."

"Yeah, yeah. I guess I'll go. They'll probably have me in and out anyway. I'm kind of a regular so—"

"A regular? At the hospital?"

"Yeah, apparently bleeding out is a bad thing. They've really gotten good at making sure I don't."

Genma wasn't sure if he was even awake at this point. This had to be some kind of weird dream. His girlfriend was not sitting in his living room at two in the morning, making jokes about bleeding out. He sighed and rubbed his face. He crossed the room and picked up his jacket from the arm of his couch, tugging it on. He started slipping his shoes on when she asked what he was doing.

"Taking you to the hospital myself. I can't have you passing out and bleeding to death in the street."

"Aw, you're sweet. You love me that much?"

"Sure... and also if you're dead then who's gonna come scrub your blood out of my rug?"

[Y/N] scoffed. "Asshole."