The mockingbird (Akashi Seijuro love story)

He likes you.

Trischia's Pov. 

Seijuro and me spent over an hour just sitting on his bed in silence. It felt strange, the quiet wasn't tense or anything, but I couldn't exactly call it relaxed either. Eventually I managed to muster the willpower to get up and I groaned. As I turned to Seijuro he gave me a questioning look and I huffed from the pain. Now that my body had calmed my overexerted muscles had already grown stiff. The adrenaline had finally passed out of my system as well and I could feel the full effect of what Tora had done to me. 

"I think I'll try to take a shower" I explained and he nodded, sitting up more in the bed. 

"Do you need help?" I snorted at him slightly while pulling a grin. 

"You should try asking that when I'm not beaten black and blue" I winked at him and he chuckled as well at my suggestive tone. I stood slowly to make sure I didn't end up loosing my balance and falling. I looked at Seijuro as I straightened myself with a wince. 

"I think I'll be allright" I answered seriously and he nodded slowly. 

"I'm right here if you need something" I nodded as well before heading for my own room, going through the bathroom. I gathered a pale blue nightgown from my wardrobe before locking myself in the bathroom. I hadn't dared to look in the mirror as I passed it the first time, but now that the doors were closed I finally did. 

I struggled to even recognize myself. I closed my eyes with a heavy sigh and hung my head. I looked even worse than I'd anticipated. My lip was cut deeply, both from when I bit it, and when Tora had kicked my face. Despite the fact that the doctor had cleaned away most of the blood when he examined me, I'd continued to bleed from the nose after, it wasn't enough that I'd even noticed it myself untill now, but it was there. I frowned at my reflection as my entire face throbbed and I questioned wheter or not the doctor had been correct in assuming I hadn't broken anything. My right eye was red and swollen, I had some pretty nasty scrapes on my left jaw and cheek. There was a deep cut in my forehead that the doctor had used strips to tape together. It was the same for my lip actually. My hair was in complete disarray and I was covered in dust from top to bottom. 

After a few seconds I braced myself before trying to peel the torn shirt I was wearing, off. I gritted my teeth in an effort to not make a sound, knowing that Seijuro could probably hear me if I did. I didn't want to worry him more than nessacary. I panted slightly as I finally succeded in pulling the damned garment over my head and I tossed it on the floor with a grunt. My eyes again landed on the mirror as I took in my slouching posture and the fresh, agressively red, bruises that covered my upper body. I looked like someone had tried to stone me. I was full of cuts and scrapes from when I fell into the hedge. I groaned displeased. I was going to fail P.E at this rate, just because the teachers wouldn't have enough to evaluate me. My eyes landed on the tray of painkillers beside the sink. I reached for it in defeat while leaning on the counter. I needed to figure out how I was going to shower without wetting my bandaged arm. The bruise on my left arm looked flaming red and and had already grown swollen. 

I turned on the shower, letting the water get warm while I struggled to peel off my pants. Which was when I discovered that I'd ripped through the fabric on my thigh. I had a long cut at the front of my left thigh, presumably from when I'd hauled myself onto that roof. I had probably been too distracted and pumped up to even notice it happened. I dumped the pants ontop of the sweater and managed to remove my underwear more or less without much trouble. 

Showering felt like it took forever since I could barely endure the feeling of the water pouring down on my tired shoulders without it hurting everywhere. I gritted my teeth the entire time as I cleaned myself. Surprisingly my hair turned out to be the biggest challenge of all, managing to rub the long, tangly mess in shampoo with only one, injured hand was like hell. I even contemplated wether or not I should call for Seijuro to come after all. However my pride got the best of me, I'd done this more times than I could count over the years. I wasn't going to start asking for help now.