Lemon boy (Garou x reader)

1- ~Oh bite me~

Garou's POV: I sat in the remains of the forest thinking back to the day's events. The foolish heroes pathetic attempts at ending me. The small boy's terrified look. The heroes wore and tired bodies scattered like fall leaves. What a bitter taste today left in my mouth...I growled in frustrated thought. I'm a monster for a reason but kids, ...are different. Those 'Heroes ' firing a shack willingly with an innocent child! Disgusting! That little boy... I saw something there. I sighed spitting out some metallic tasting blood on the grass. Many of my cuts were minor but a few, just a small few we're deep. Suddenly a shuffle in the nearby brush of the landscape could be heard.

My head darted to the sound. My eyes slightly strained against the black. A faint figures outline could be made out. I growled in a warning. The person let out a soft eep in surprise. They approached the subtle periwinkle caress of the moonbeam. They're soft features and muscular yet soft frame becoming apparent.

I snarled trying to scare her away. She didn't flinch nor flee. She had focused on my body. Her eyes elegantly dancing across the scars. Her eyes widened as if struck by an idea as she murmured a small,

"Stay here I'll be back!" She ran off to an unknown location. Odd response but I hoarsely replied,

"It's not like I can move to go anywhere, Idiot!" Mainly due to my gauged calf muscle and overexertion of my abilities due to circumstances. I grunted in pain as I shifted my weight. Damn! I'm pathetic! I clutched the muscle my breathing ragged. The girl returned once more walking closer to me my growling did nothing to thwart her. As she knelt her hands were worn yet nimble as she reached into a metal box. Pulling out a roll of guaze she looked up at me.

"What!?" I spat irritated by her persistence.

"Show me your damn injuries and stop your infernal caterwauling!" She said calmly yet unamused. 

My eyes widened as I was taken back by her words. She doesn't know who I am! Begrudgingly I lift up my leg and allow her to examine it. Her hands grip the muscle squeezing.  I hissed in agony. She merely let out a tsk but I saw in her face an odd expression. That of a tired parent but still concerned.

She squeezed some cream into her hand only to painfully lather it on the gash and other cuts. Soon covering the cuts and such with gauze. She lent back now satisfied letting out a sigh. I grunted gripping at the dry earth beneath my digits breathing harsher. She only huffed.

"The hero hunter himself lying beaten beneath me, who woulda guessed?" She laughed smugly. She turned to leave but as she did I stood and grabbed her wrist angrily.

"What's your name?!" I yelled in a harsher tone then intended.

"Y/n , oh and I'll be back to stitch you up tomorrow." With that she gave a tired smirk and left.