ʜɪɢʜ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ

“Ah shit.” The moment she sees the blood in the corner of her eyes, she tenses. It isn’t much. It isn’t something she can’t handle, so her tensed muscles only relaxes just moments after and she releases a sigh, “Not quite. Uhm…Here let me–” She’s already rummaging through her little fanny pack to pull out her first aid. Clearing her throat, she approaches the guy, 

“I’m really  sorry.” God she feels bad! She’ll clean the injury if he’ll allow her to do so and then place a bandaid. It’s Doraimoon bandaid!

Not quite? Eunhyeok is quick to look down at himself, searching for any signs of injury. No, everything seems fine but why— an immediate violent flinch racks his body when he suddenly feels a sharp sting on his right ear. Right away, he lifts his hand to feel something wet coating the shell of his ear. He doesn’t have to check to know that he’s bleeding.

Huh. Looks like his reflexes aren’t as good as he thought then.

His attention goes back to his accidental assailant, seeing the genuine look of regret sinking into her round features. Her apology sounds much more honest this time so he’s gotta admit that he feels a little better from that; though, now he feels bad for snapping at her.

Thinking about it there was more than he even fully realized. Eiden was beyond used to it by now but it never got boring though. He was definitely one of those that enjoyed the stranger aspects of the island just in general. 

“ Yeah! Even in the previous world I was in there were people that could accelerate healing process and other stuff like that. “

It was kind of technical difference but Eiden thought it was pretty interesting. 

“ I mean this bear ripped my stomach practically open once plus break some bones and this guy managed to speed up the process and all! “ he laughs like he just told a funny fond memory.

Eiden places one last bandaid onto a scrape - one with space design. Content with his handiwork he flashes a smile.

“ Hehe - all done. I really like that one actually – also press this over the bruise. “

He hands the waterbottle to him.

Did I hear him right...? A bear practically ripped his stomach open? 

It’s gotta be fair for Eunhyeok to take that story with a grain of salt. He has yet to meet any sort of magical person in this world so for all he knows, this guy could just be pulling his leg. It wouldn’t be the first time he had fallen for a bizarre story with genuine fascination. Don’t get him wrong though— it’d be awesome to witness actual magic but he’s also not a six-year-old.  A ripped stomach would have guaranteed death if the movies he’s seen are anything to go by. 

Still, he knows better than to express his incredulity. 

He’s getting free first aid treatment after all. 

Eunhyeok stares down at the last bandaid and carefully runs his fingers over it. This one is space-themed. It has a tiny astronaut waving a hand in greeting. Cute. A smile of appreciation spreads across his lips until he remembers where he is and who he’s with. He quickly clears his throat and awkwardly accepts the water bottle being handed to him to do as he’s told.

Unohana only looked at him in the eye as he was telling her that what bothers her recently and he wished he should have met Retsu over Yachiru in this kind of random meeting. She is still looking at her Minazuki plushie in its shikai form, knowing her Bankai is very dangerous. He seemed unarmed, so he’s not a threat to her which is fine to talk with.

Like him, she also minds her own business.

“I’m fine. Just thinking of something else that i missed the most.” There were two things that Unohana missed is only in secrecy unless he wants to know what were they. Then again, she looked at Minazuki plushie once again.

Clearly, her issue has something to do with that plush toy she’s got in hand. Is that a stringray? It’s a bit funny looking but he’s not one to judge what items people find comfort in. He once had an unhealthy attachment to a blanket when he was a kid. He grew out of it, clearly, but this woman is probably struggling to do the same.

“ This stings a little ah.. There we go! “

After capping the antiseptic bottle again and places the colourful bandaids on. He’s got some bigger one’s without any designs but these particular cuts can still be covered with the cute one’s. As a kid he would play all tough, insist against them but these days he finds he largely prefers the one’s made for kids. 

“ Hehe, this is nothing “, he laughs in response, as he moves to treat another scrape.

“ Yeah, I mean not like I can do healing and stuff so here’s the next best thing. “

“You mean there are people here who can literally heal wounds?”

He understands that this world has people from a variety of worlds but he didn’t think any of them would actually be capable of something as fictional as magic. He has yet to meet one but it sounds like this guy has already met a few during his time here.

Or does he come from a world where magic is actually a thing and he just happens to be one of the ordinary ones? That would be unfortunate. For him, at least. 

OH SHIT!

That was TERRIBLY close and the look on her face is between a grimace and fear. That is until…Well, okay, he has EVERY right to be as upset as he is, but it isn’t like she did it on purpose! Why was he talking to her like she meant to aim that close? A mixture of sorry and annoyance is plastered on her features. Okay, you messed up. Just apologize. 

That’s not a toy, you know. 

….

Bruh. 

“I know.” Oh, that came off sounding a little snappier than normal. WHOOPS. Ismael clears her throat. She’s going to start over. “But I wasn’t trying to aim at you. Sorry. I spaced out and shouldn’t have. I’ll be extra careful. Ar-Are you okay though? I didn’t actually nick you or anything?” 

She really has the gall to snap at him after what she just did? Sheesh. What the hell is up with this universe? A normal person would have apologized first, then act defensively as if the apology never happened in the first place. This world really has an odd set of characters and for some reason, he manages to encounter the oddest ones. 

At least she sounds apologetic now, but he would have appreciated it if it came much sooner. 

Eunhyeok sighs and scratches the back of his neck. 

It’s getting harder and harder to ignore the woman sitting next to him on the bench. Eunhyeok had just wanted to eat his steamed bun in peace but it’s hard when his seatmate appears to have a dark cloud looming over her head. She must be having a bad day. 

Usually, he’d mind his own business and establish his observations from afar. 

But considering the fact that he literally has nothing better to do here (and who knows, he might get himself killed which could possibly bring him back to his own world), he decides to say something.

Oh. Shit. That wasn’t supposed to happen.

It’s those damn kids. If they hadn’t started throwing snowballs at him unprompted, he wouldn’t have… err… stooped down to their level and thrown snowballs back at them. An unlucky individual had gotten caught in the crossfire with his snowball being the actual missile that hit her in the face and the kids had scurried off as though this isn’t their fault to begin with. 

Eunhyeok is quick to hurry over to the girl anyway. 

“Wow. You’re awfully nice.”

Nice would be an understatement in this case. Eunhyeok doesn’t even know anyone who’d go out of their way to offer to patch him up after an unfortunate fall down the last few steps of the stairs nearby. Hell, he doesn’t even know any guy who just carries bandaids around with him. Not just bandaids, even. It’s like the stranger has been waiting all his life for the right moment to whip out his collection of first aid items he has on his person.

The fall was humiliating, of course, but the burn of the embarrassment isn’t as bad as the bleeding cuts and bruises he got out of it. He winces when the kind stranger applies a bandaid on another cut and for a moment, Eunhyeok wonders if he looks like a kid earning cute bandaids in the school’s infirmary for being too playful than most kids. 

“Is that yours?”

Eunhyeok takes one step to stand next to the lone individual staring up at what appears to be a pair of goggles hanging from an unreachable branch of a towering tree. How did it end up there, Eunhyeok isn’t sure if he wants to know. But what he does know is that he can’t just walk away now after seeing someone who’s in apparent need of help. 

Then again, how exactly can he help?

Because there’s no damn way he can climb that tree unless he’s willing to take the chances of falling and breaking his neck. Not for a stranger, at least. Wordlessly, he picks up a rock and throws it in the direction of the goggles in an attempt to nudge it off the branch.

He misses.

“W-What the hell?! Watch where you’re shooting!”

That arrow whistled past his ear too! Is this woman trying to kill him or does she simply find joy in freaking other people out? Either way, her shot nearly gave Eunhyeok a damn heart attack. It was a really close call as though she meant to shoot that arrow close to his ear just to elicit a reaction out of him. He doubts that’s her very reasoning but whatever it may be, there are definitely better ways to pass one’s time.

“That’s not a toy, you know.” He adds even though there’s a very good chance the woman knows that well enough. Then again, if she did, she wouldn’t have shot at him like that unless she really had been planning on getting under his skin. “You could have seriously killed me.”