tis but a flesh wound [closed/active]

[anarchal]

WHO: Kurosaki Ichigo [anarchal] and Asano Keigo [philtering]
WHAT: After Grimmjow and Ichigo fight, Ichigo heads to Keigo's room for their trip to the comic book shop
WHERE: Keigo's room
WHEN: After classes and the fiiight
WARNINGS: UHM SWEARING? and Ichigo bleeding I guess.

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[philtering]

Keigo had been waiting in his room for Ichigo to arrive, but not without anxiety. He knew that the other was planning on fighting someone before coming over and Keigo couldn't help but worry needlessly about it. Well, it wasn't exactly needless to him; he couldn't shake out of that mind set that Ichigo was small and defenseless, even though he obviously wasn't anymore

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Ichigo blinked at the strange way he was received, and almost scowled right back at Keigo after his words registered. "Not much. Put up more of a fight than I thought he would." It wasn't a big deal- he'd been in worse scrapes with more people, after all- and Ichigo didn't understand Keigo's reaction.

He grunted at the command and shook his head, even as he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. "Don't worry about it! I'll get it later. It's nothing major." It wasn't like he'd broken an arm or anything. The wounds could be easily dealt with after they were done going to the comic book shop. "We should get going. That took longer than I thought it would." Ichigo glanced around Keigo's room for a clock and frowned. Hopefully the shop would stay open, if there even was one.

[philtering]

But, Keigo wasn't going to have any of that. He ignored Ichigo's words momentarily as some more shuffling around could be heard before he reemerged, arms full with a first aid kit and some other things. "That can wait! I don't want that to get infected!" He frowned--though it was more of an indignant pout than anything else--and he motioned with his head for Ichigo to sit down on the bed.

"We can go out any time. But I don't want to if you're hurt." He said emphatically, sitting himself down on the bed and looking up at Ichigo to do the same. It was obvious there was no changing his mind about this for now.

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Ichigo briefly felt like he had somehow entered a time warp where he was 6 again. The odd familiarity of the situation caused him to frown, and with an annoyed grunt he sat down on the edge of Keigo's bed. Had Keigo patched him up when they were kids? He always recalled Keigo having more injuries than him, but the memory made him angry. All those years of being the one protected instead of the protector, and Ichigo had been so damn oblivious about it at the time.

Not anymore. He wouldn't allow it to happen again. Ichigo's eyes glanced over at the wall and he sighed, even if it hurt a little bit. "I'm fine. Really. You don't need to make a big deal about it." Ichigo didn't even let Yuzu bandage up his injuries half the time, and the last person he'd actually asked- well, it had been a long time since then.

[philtering]

Keigo didn't care if Ichigo had pride issues concerning that whole "protector" thing, but for the period of time he had spent without Ichigo, Keigo had all that pent-up motherhenning he hadn't really been able to put to use. And he wasn't about to just ignore it

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Ichigo's mouth had been open to protest but Keigo's words made it close. He had forgotten he'd promised to not let Grimmjow lay a hand on him, and the reminder stung a little more than his bruises. He Fell silent and stayed where he was to indicate he'd not be putting up further fuss, for now at least.

His brow furrowed a little as Keigo reached over to push his hair out of the way, even the light movement hurt a little. Ichigo didn't know how he'd gotten cut up there, but it was obvious that it was more of a pain than he'd thought.

Without a word he reached up and carefully felt over the area for where the cut was, ignoring the weird sensation that was created when his fingers managed to brush against Keigo's own, and he winced slightly when his fingers hit something sensitive. Ah. There. "Here." He finally stated, surprised at how high up on his head the injury was.

He was going to tear Grimmjow a new one the next time he saw him.

[philtering]

Keigo settled a bit when Ichigo decided to finally comply, huffing slightly as he squinted at Ichigo's forehead. It was really annoying how worried he had been, and even more so when he had told himself repeatedly that Ichigo would be fine. And then he ended up not being fine. Sigh.

"Aah.." Keigo ignored Ichigo's fingers against his own as well for the moment as he pressed the cotton ball against the cut. "... I don't even want to know how he did that to you." Keigo said quietly, looking intently on the cut as he dabbed at it before applying more pressure.

He didn't say anything else after that, reaching over to grab a washcloth he had snagged from the bathroom. After moving his other hand from Ichigo's forehead, he wiped at the blood that had trailed down his face. Hopefully his roommate wouldn't ask about the blood-stained thing later.

[anarchal]

Ichigo winced a little when the peroxide reached his injury, even if Keigo had been gentle about it. He wasn't sure what to say about it even if Keigo had wanted to hear about how Grimmjow had done it, so he stayed silent as Keigo cleaned him up.

He glanced up at Keigo, curious about his silence, and watched him work quietly. His own hand moved away from his head and rested in his lap- he would have put it on the bed but he worried about getting Keigo's sheets dirty- and he sighed.

This was ridiculous. Ichigo closed his eyes and he swallowed his pride for a moment. "Sorry." It wasn't much, but it was all he could really get out currently.

[philtering]

Keigo didn't really know what to say to Ichigo at that point; he wasn't mad at him, but he wasn't exactly happy, either. Somehow, he wished he had been more firm with him in telling him not to do it, but he didn't want to push him at the time. And now he was regretting it.

As Ichigo finally spoke up again, Keigo blinked and allowed his hand to drop down from his forehead. He gave Ichigo a look, then sighed a little, forcing a smile. "..It's fine. Nothing's broken, right?" He hoped not; that would require going to a hospital or something. Not exactly something Keigo wanted to look forward to.

"Here.." He set the cotton ball and washcloth down and reached for another cotton ball, putting more peroxide on it. Again, without much thought or consideration, Keigo reached up and pressed the cotton ball against Ichigo's split lip, holding it there.

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"Right." He replied- and he was pretty sure nothing was broken. He'd feel it more if something had snapped, and he was certain Grimmjow would have gloated more if he'd managed to get such a substantial injury on him.

He wasn't going to strike up further conversation just yet- his pride demanded quiet for a while to recover from actually apologizing, but it seemed Keigo wasn't about to let him remain silent. The cotton ball was soon up against his lip and the peroxide stung on the sensitive skin and Ichigo jerked back, startled at the sensation.

"Hey! Careful!" He complained with a scowl, reaching up to poke at his lower lip carefully- naturally this would help it hurt less. Fuck, that stung. "Shit, don't put that stuff on my mouth." It stung and felt weird and Ichigo ran his tongue over the cut absently to get the weird tingly sensation off the cut. Fuck. That was weird.