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if you have time, could you do some Tsukasa x reader hurt/comfort where the reader is injured while working? totally not thinking about a certain friend's oc... no.... i would never do that...
Oh, yeah, totally. Totally not thinking about the same oc I am absolutely not
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This is so bad I'm so sorry I don't know where my brain went does this even count as hurt/comfort-
Tsukasa x gn!Reader
It had been an accident. The knife you’d been holding had slipped and sliced into the meat of your other hand. You hissed out curses, trying to press a clean cloth against your hand to stop the bleeding before it got too bad. But the cut was deep, and you were definitely going to need stitched together.
You’re in the middle of the simple procedure when Tsukasa comes barreling into the room.
“Hey! Careful!” Yuzuriha scolds him, but her words go ignored as he rushes towards you, hands reaching for your face.
“Are you alright?” He asks, breathless. He must have run all the way from the training field once he got the news.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” You say, pressing your cheek into his hand on instinct, seeking his warmth. Tsukasa lets out a relieved sigh, his shoulders relaxing immediately.
“Thank goodness. All I’d heard was that you were hurt, but no one told me what happened,” He says.
“Can I finish working on my patient please?” Yuzuriha huffs, though you don’t think she’s actually that mad. If anything, she looked more amused than anything. “I still need to wrap their hand up.”
“I can do that,” Tsukasa says, turning and holding out his palm for the necessary supplies. Yuzuriha sighs, and hands them over before quickly and quietly slipping out of the room with a sneaky little grin on her face. Almost like this was planned.
Your friends were getting less and less sneaky about what they were trying to do.
Tsukasa takes a seat in front of you, pulling your hand into his lap so that he can inspect the careful stitching with a frown. His eyes always held a kind of intensity, but his gaze almost felt like it was burning. It made you more than a little anxious. He was always telling you to be more careful, and here you were getting hurt doing something mundane.
“I’m sorry,” You blurt suddenly, unable to hold it in. Tsukasa looks up at you, soft eyes flitting across your anxiety filled expression.
“What for?” He asks.
“Getting hurt. Again.”
“It happens to the best of us,” He says. “I’m more worried about how this is going to affect your ability to do the things you enjoy.”
“Oh…” You hadn’t had time to think about that. With an injured hand, you wouldn’t be able to write, play music, or even help with basic tasks until you were healed. There was no way Senku would let you risk an infection.
So, what were you supposed to do now? Nothing? But how could you just sit here and do nothing all day? The Kingdom of Science needed every available hand in order to keep things moving, yours included.
What a burden you’d become. Not only were you hurt, but now you were useless too.
“Hey, hey,” Tsukasa’s hand touches your face again. You blink, a little startled at his touch and worried tone.
“Huh? Oh, sorry, were you saying something?” You ask, a little embarrassed to have to even ask. You should have been paying attention already-
“No, it’s alright. You just…looked lost for a minute,” He says softly, fingers brushing across your cheek before dropping.
“Oh…”
Silence falls between you, neither knowing really what to say next. Tsukasa grabs the supplies he was given- some ointment and bandages- and gets to work on your hand. The ointment stings a bit, but not too seriously. Just enough to know it was working.
As he works, you take a moment to focus on his hands, hoping the small distraction was enough to shake some of this anxiety you were building.
They’re bigger than yours, though to be fair Tsukasa was a bit taller. And they were warm. Very warm. You always liked that about him, his warmth always giving you a strange feeling of security and comfort.
God you liked him so much. You just wished you’d stop embarrassing yourself in front of him every time you were together. You always said or did something that made you wish a hole would swallow you up so that you could perish in peace. But no matter what, he never stopped finding and spending time with you. It made you dare to think that maybe he liked you too.
“There we go,” Tsukasa murmurs once the bandage is firmly in place. “You’ll have to change this pretty often, but I can help you with that if you need it. I know you don’t handle pain very well.”
Your face flushes, but he just gives you a warm smile, sending your heart beating a million miles a second.
“I-I can do it on my own just fine!” You say with a huff, making him chuckle a little.
“Of course,” he says. “My mistake.”
There’s another moment of quiet, though this one is filled with a different kind of tension. The kind that told you Tsukasa was measuring his next words, planning them extremely carefully before speaking.
“I was worried,” He says softly.
“I’m so-”
“Don’t apologize, I know accidents happen. But when I was told you’d been hurt, I couldn’t help but feel anxious,” He sighs, holding your bandaged hand in his gentle palm. “I think you’re the first person other than my sister to so thoroughly scare me like that.”
Great. Fantastic. Now you felt even more terrible about the whole thing. Way to go, you!
“I’ll be more careful, I swear,” You say, praying your voice isn’t shaking given your sudden need to cry.
“Good. Because if something serious happened to you, I don’t know how I’d ever recover,” He murmurs. You’re still processing his words when he lifts your hand, and presses your bandaged palm against his lips.
It’s such a small and quick action, but the kiss has your whole body heating up, your face bright red and your heart hammering somehow even harder. You needed to calm down, and fast, before you passed out. That was the last thing either of you needed after this whole ordeal.
“I-I’ll be extra careful,” You repeat. “Cross my heart! You won’t have to keep taking care of me like this!”
Tsukasa chuckles, a warm smile on his own slightly flushed face.
“What if I said I didn’t mind taking care of you?” He asks, standing and pulling you to your feet with him.
“I’d say you shouldn’t waste your time,” You say.
“It’s not a waste. Not if it’s you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”