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You sit alone in the dark apartment, wondering where your boyfriend is and why he's not home yet. You walk up to the window and stare out at the city, you feel the nights breeze and with it comes a gust of anxiety.
"Y/N?" You turn to see him right there, "Whats wrong?" He asks as he walks closer, you can't help your worried expression as you look at the clear scars on his body.
"You were late," is all you need to say for him to pull you in and hold you tight, you let yourself cling onto him, wrapping your arms around him.
"I know, I'm sorry," He says in his quiet voice as he plants a single kiss on your forehead, he uses little strength to hoist you up, you wrap your legs around him and he carries you towards your room, "I'll always come home," he whispers.
"You have to," You whimper into his shoulder, he sighs and places you down on his bed, "Did you get into another fight?"
"Yeah...It was nothing serious dont worry," He says placing a piece of your hair behind your ear, "We won," He says with a smirk, there he is.
"Still, you need to tend to them," You say as you trace over the cut on his face with your fingertips, whilst doing so you can feel his intense glaze into your eyes. He always studies you, you know he's just intrigued by the affection and new feelings of your romance.
"It'll be fine," He says in his tired voice, "As long as I'm home, right?"
"No! When did we ever agree on that?" You nag, "Regardless of home you have to tend to your wounds!"
"They'll heal, don't worry," he says with a smirk, you just watch his face. The sweat and blood from the fight more evident than ever, "Awh come on, y/n, don't act like you don't like seeing me like this,"
"Dabi-" He cuts you off with a whisper as he brings you up onto his lap.
"Don't act like theres not pleasure in the blood," His whisper, barley audible, "Don't lie to me," He says, lower as he begins planting kisses on your neck.
