When a Healer Loves a Killer

Chapter 19

"(Y/n)? You're covered in blood."

I looked over to see Juuzou staring at me with wide eyes, tracing my body that was covered from head to toe in blood. When I said nothing he climbed off of the bed and continued while walking over to me. "Is any of this blood yours? What happened?"

He had worry in his eyes and he reached out to touch me, but stopped when I started talking. "A ghoul- a ghoul was in the family room. I don't know how he got there he was just brought back unconscious with six or seven others. I was about to heal him but I ended up killing him."

Juuzou furrowed his eyebrows. "You should've come to get me."

I took a deep breath. "There was no time, he healed extremely fast."

Juuzou's eyes looked worried, which was odd because nothing really happened. "... Are you ok?" He asked.

I took another deep breath. I hadn't realized it until now, but I guess I was pretty horrified when the ghoul was moving. Even now my body was shaking, even though I had distracted myself with work earlier. "I think- I think I'm okay. I was scared, but now I'm fine."

He gave me a soft smile before checking me out again and grimacing. "(Y/n)-chan, you need a shower!"

I smirked at him. "Really? I thought I would just sleep like this."

"Not in our bed you don't!" Juuzou retorted back, giggling and skipping to the bathroom.

I heard the water turn on and stood there for a moment before feeling my face heat up and butterflies enter my stomach once again.

OUR BED?

My hands were shaking even more now, and my eyes had widened as I processed what had just happened.

It's not that big of a deal, so why am I freaking out? How can he say such things without being flustered at all! Geeeeeeez!

     All of the sudden Juuzou was right in front of me again. "(Y/n)? You're shaking, are you really alright?" He said, grabbing one of my shaky hands and holding it in his.

I nodded my head and let him lead me to the bathroom with an innocent smile on his face. He closed the door behind him and washed his hands in the sink as I unbraided my hair and grimaced at the blood that was dried into it. "Juuzou, why are you washing your hands?"

"When I held onto your hand I got blood on it." He stated flatly, focused on scrubbing all of the blood off of his hand and wrist.

I nodded and stood there, waiting for him to finish and leave so that I could undress. I fiddled with my fingers as Juuzou dried his hands and looked to me. "Need help?" He asked, tilting his head slightly to the side.

"W-with what?"

"Taking off your clothes. You're just standing there, so I thought you might need help."

My face felt flushed again and Juuzou laughed at my embarrassment, opening the door and slipping out of it. "I suppose not then?" He giggled.

Before he closed it he looked back to me once more. "I'd join you, but you seem a bit too bloody and shaky for us to have fun." He said in a matter-of-fact tone before winking and closing the door.

My eyes widened and I covered my face with my hands, feeling the butterflies in my stomach explode. Juuzou looked like a mummy in all of the bandages on his body, so why did I want him to do such physical things to me?

WAIT, P H Y S I C A L?

Once I had gotten a hold of myself, I peeled the bloody clothing off of my body and put plastic wrap over my bandages to protect the material. I got into the shower and tipped my head back, letting the water pour over my hair and wash some of the blood out. I scrubbed at my hair before putting shampoo into it and washing that out too, feeling my head become less heavy.

I wonder what Juuzou is doing out there.
     
     After I had finished washing myself, I got out of the shower and brushed my teeth before exiting the bathroom and entering my closet, putting on pajamas and telling Juuzou he could brush his teeth. I found myself always changing as fast as I could out of instinct. It's crazy that two years after I was with Aaron I still had old habits from when we were together. I never liked to be in a towel around him, it was too exposing and gave him the wrong idea of how I wanted to spend my time. I also didn't have my hair down most of the time because he always thought it got in the way. I really didn't like to think about those times, but I can't just delete four and a half years of my life.

(For those confused, (y/n) was with Aaron a year and a half before she had Jay, and the relationship ended around the time (y/n) got offered a job by the CCG and Jay died via ghoul.)

     Juuzou left the bathroom and stretched, flinching out of pain and grabbing his right shoulder. I walked over to him and unbuttoned his shirt, taking off the bandages on his shoulder and inspecting the burn. I put numbing cream onto it and Juuzou groaned at the sudden pain. I apologized quietly and put the cream away, rewrapping his shoulder and putting my hand on it, making sure to be gentle. I looked up to Juuzou and found that he was looking down and smiling at me. I blushed and he giggled, giving me a small kiss on my forehead before walking over to the bed and casually beginning to take off his pants.

I blushed and turned around, looking for something to distract me. I walked to the ointment cabinet and opened it, finding the oil I planned to put on my scrapes in the morning. I set the liquid on my desk and took a deep breath before I turned back to the bed to see Juuzou pulling the sheets over himself. I looked at the clock.

10:47 p.m.

My legs hurt as I dragged myself to the opposite side of the bed, climbing in and shivering at the cold fabric. I was now in a tank top that loosely draped over my bra and shorts. I took the hair tie that was on my wrist and tied my damp hair up into a messy bun, flopping down onto the pillow and covering my eyes with my arm. It had been a pretty long time since I had an anxiety attack last. I mean, the time Juuzou comforted me after I saw the video of Aaron was more of a mental breakdown, so I'd say my anxiety had been pretty good to me considering the stress I had been under recently.

I wonder why that is.

I felt a hand grab my shirt and tug at it.

Aaron?

My body moved by itself, wincing and tensing before grabbing the hand roughly and turning to face it, my eyes wide and burning with fear. As soon as I met the eyes of Juuzou, who looked very confused, my expression softened and I let go of his hand, muttering an apology and sitting up. Juuzou sat up and slowly moved towards me, quietly telling me that it was okay and nuzzling into my neck, which made me smile and turn to face him. He lifted his head lazily and I kissed him. He kissed me back gladly and I smiled into him. I was the one to break it, and Juuzou didn't bother opening his eyes, instead falling forward and letting his forehead rest on my shoulder. "I'm sorry Juuzou, I-I don't know why but I thought you were-"

"I know. It's okay."

"...Alright. We can sleep now."

"Yay!" Juuzou sleepily said before wrapping his arms around me and pulling me back to the bed.

I nuzzled into his neck and he giggled, which made me smile. To silently thank him I began to kiss his neck softly over his bandages, which made him hum in content. When I was finished I planted a soft kiss on his cheek and hugged him back, closing my eyes and feeling warmth and comfort surround my body.

It felt so safe.

Authors note: IM SORRY BUT IF YOU THINK THAT JUUZOU WOULDNT BE THE MOST LOVEY DOVEY BOYFRIEND EVER YOU ARE SO WRONG. THIS BOY IS TOUCH STARVED AS HELL. (Y/N) IS THE ONLY PERSON HE HAS HAD FEELINGS FOR AND HE IS GONNA FUCKIN SHOW IT. PERIOD.
also I'm editing this in the morning. Sorry for spelling mistakes.