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Nagumo was wounded here and there when Shin found him in an abandoned building. Don’t ask him why he was there. So Shin offered to treat him. He said that, “As much as I hate you for being annoying, I don’t like seeing blood.”
Even when his clothes was thorned and blood was dripping from his hands, he still couldn't resist the urge to tease the younger one. “Isn’t it rich coming from an ex-assassin?” he said with the lips where Shin can saw trace of blood faintly.
Shin loudly sighed before he started to treat him. The first thing he had to do, of course, was to take Nagumo's shirt off. It would be easy if Nagumo could just stay still, but he was extremely ticklish, so he kept moving whenever the fabric touched his skin. When Shin accidentally touch his bare skin, he laughed and pulled his body, slouched his back while forgetting the fact that the seat he was sitting on had no back. He expected to fall, but he didn’t feel even a slight pain on the back of his head. Instead, it felt like something was blocking his head from the bump.
Nagumo didn't realize that it was Shin's left hand that had prevented his head from hitting the ground, and that Shin's right hand was beside his body to support him so he wouldn't fall on top of him. When he opened his eyes, he found himself staring into Shin's. Well, seeing Shin on top of him was one surprising moment. He didn’t move an inch from shock.
"If you don't want me to touch you, at least stop making more wounds and making the others worse," Shin’s face reddened as he spoke angrily. Nagumo can sense his anger from his voice, but he was too immersed at Shin’s red face.
He couldn't let it just slide. With this, Shin couldn't move his body carelessly because if he did, he could make Nagumo’s wound worsened (that's what he intended to say if Shin ever did). While his hand was stroking Shin's face softly, "You look pretty, even from this view. Might as well make you do something on top of me more often, what do you think?" and he smiled nonchalantly as he watched Shin's face get redder and redder.
Shin pulled away from Nagumo, clearly flustered. "Sakamoto wouldn't like it if you just left me here wounded, right?" Nagumo continued, trying to diffuse the tension.
"I didn't say anything about leaving you. I will continue treating your wound. But stop with that dirty mind of yours. Really! Why did you only let me read your mind whenever you think of something like that!"
His laying right hand held Shin's right and pulled it to make Shin's face closer to his. "I want to be treated only from this distance. If you go farther than this, I wouldn't let you help me."
"You!"
"Come on. It's getting dark, and my wounds are still hurting. Heal me, will you?"
Shin pulled his hand back while putting his weight on his knee. Now, with knees side to side with Nagumo's waist, he'll start his treatment. Of course, all along with Nagumo's teasing.
The clock ticked away slowly when silence accompanied them. To shin, as long as he ever had this unique ability, the only time he ever felt this peace was when he was asleep in his caretaker’s arm, and it was a long time ago before he decided to be an assassin (now a former). Being in a quiet place with a person whose mind he can’t read brought him sense of serene, though he must say that keeping his guards up is still a must.
“You are really good at this, you know,”
Shin soon came back to his sense after hearing that, “This? This is nothing for an assassin, I thought it’s the same for you too.”
Gently putting more ointments needed on a bigger bruise, he kept listening to what the older wanted to say. “For someone whose mind you can’t read,” still focusing on the purpled bruise, “Do you think it’s easy for people to harm me? I never got hurt this bad, so I never really learn how treat them- auch!”
Shin pulled his body as he closed the container filled with cream. “Well now you need to, there’ll be even more dangerous enemy in the future.” He looked at the hued sky outside from the door of clear glass while maintaining the same position.
“Well looking at you under me isn’t so bad either. Feels like I’m better than you, now that you can’t do anything,” he said, smiling at Nagumo under him.
Nagumo smiled back at him, and Shin felt he shouldn’t have said that. With the big gap between their weight and height, Nagumo can easily put Shin under him, turning things around for them. He slowly approached Shin’s face, menacingly said, “Wrong. These wounds are nothing, I still can do many things to you now, if you don’t keep your guards up.”
Nagumo could feel Shin was struggling but both his hands kept Shin from moving anywhere. Nagumo thought it was cute, Shin struggling, he was thinking of a situation where he can see Shin struggling like this, but not in this kind of situation. He liked it, but it was not enough. He needed more.
“You! Let go of me!” Shin shouted.
Nagumo with one hand, held Shin’s hand and put it on top of his head. The other hand of him was used to close Shin’s mouth. “Now, now, let’s not be noisy. Do you want people to see us in this position? You sure are bold, Shin.”
Shin stopped moving and shouting, instead, he licked Nagumo’s hand. Nagumo was shocked, so shocked that he pulled his hand. He now can saw Shin’s smiling with his wet red face. Partly because of sweat, partly because of his saliva used to licked Nagumo’s hand. He swore Shin was ethereal at that very moment.
“I have many way to get a way from you, but as you can see I am now being kind to you because I know how bad your wounds are. Let go of me before I make them worse!” warned Shin.
Nagumo laughed cheerfully. “And you’ll heal me again? That sounds fun!”
“Oh, c’mon!”