Thanks, Bro (an ishimondo story)

~time skip two weeks~

(peep my friend @fairy_boi who got their head stuck in a bag)

Taka's POV:

I wake up. Yes! Today's the day I can go home with Mondo. But then my dad walks in. "Hello Kiyotaka" "F-father?" "I'm going to take you home today" "What?" I wake up in a cold sweat to see Mondo sleeping in a chair next to me. I look at my arms. All of the bracelets were still there. I look around to see that I'm still in a hospital room. Oh right. That happened. I saw Mondo's eyes slowly open. "Oh hey taka" I start to blush. I forgot how hot his raspy, morning voice was. "h-hey" "I can take you home today" "Great! When?" "Now if you want" "Yes I need to get out of here" "Okay Ill go tell the doctors" He says as he gets up and walks out. He walks back in and picks me up bridal style. "M-Mondo!" I stutter. "Yeah" He asks. I cover my face. "you can't carry me outside like this" "You obviously can't walk" He says, gesturing to my broken leg. "But this is embarrassing!" "Were only gonna go to my motorcycle, but first u gotta change" He puts me down and hands me a sweater and sweatpants. He walks out while I change. When I'm done he walks back in. "You ready to go?" He asks. "You know it!" I say as he picks me up and walks out. He sits me on the back of his bike. He sits in the front and puts a helmet on me. "Hold on to me as tightly as you can" He says. "Okay" I say wrapping my arms around his chest. Damn. When did he get so ripped? 

~time skip brought to you by the ultimate shipper Ibuki Mioda~

When I open my eyes we were finally here. I let out a sigh of relief as he picks me up and carries me to the house. Dammit. He was going to have to see my scars. He's going to panic. He sits me on his bed and starts to undo my bandages. He gasps and turns to me. "Is it that bad?" I say. He coughs and mumbles "yeah kinda" "Oh" I say as I pass him the roll of new bandages. He just stares at my arm. It was covered with bruises, scratches, and one big slit all the was down my arm. I pass him the alcohol and say "You also have to clean it" "Are you sure? It's gonna sting" "Trust me I've been through worse" "Okay" He says as he grabs the bottle and cotton swabs. He pours some alcohol oh the cotton swab and starts to dab it on my arm. I wince in pain. "Hey do you want me to stop?" He asks concerned. "N-no it has to be clean or it'll get infected" I respond. "Whatever you say" He says as he finishes up. I lay back on his bed. He puts the covers over me as I fall asleep.