i have an idea, FOR HURT AND COMFORT
alright, so, reader is visually impaired, needing a lot of focus to guide herself despite being able to see blurry silhouettes. anyway, reader has a crush on Sevika, but never really had the courage to say anything at first, neither did she know how often Sevika shows up at the last drop so she would stare a little too much when she did. In order to talk to Sevika without interrupting her card games, she decided to reach out to her outside, but all the staring and unintentional lurking made Sevika think she was being followed, she drags reader to an alley or something to confront her about it, but things get violent because reader can't fucking see and resists thinking it's a robber or something, and when she does recognize Sevika's voice, reader has the nerve to flirt despite having the woman pinning her down, maybe reader even finds the situation amusing, knowing someone in Sevika's position probably deals with a lot of enemies, and it's a shame that the first time they talked reader got a broken nose
“ugh, where’d you go now?” you murmured softly to no one in particular, squinting in the direction you’d been trying to focus on earlier.
you’d been watching her since you arrived at the bar, trying your best to get a good look at her beautiful face, one you never really had the chance to see up close, though you knew it well, just like her voice and her frame. but now she was gone, and you could no longer admire her discreetly. though, to be fair, staring at someone while squinting to catch a glimpse, doing a terrible job of being subtle, wasn’t exactly discreet.
anyway, she was right there, and now she wasn’t. you could have gone over to talk to her, but interrupt what was apparently one of her few moments of downtime? not a chance.
with a defeated, disappointed sigh, you turned your attention back to your food and drink, thinking you’d finish up and head home before it got too late. until…
“sevika! leaving already?”
“damn! she’s still here!” you thought, jerking your head up so fast and hard that the back of your neck ached.
squinting, you managed to spot her at the bar’s double-door entrance, ignoring whoever had called out to her. that was your chance. she’d be alone, with no one to interrupt, and likely doing nothing important other than heading home, meaning some downtime without the risk of someone pulling her away from her leisure.
you stood up quickly, tossing coins onto the table, abandoning the rest of your food there. you walked as fast as your limited vision allowed, steadying yourself against empty chairs and walls, excusing yourself to anyone who happened to be in your path, occasionally ignoring the surly grumbles of those who wouldn’t move at all or those who did so grudgingly. assholes.
once outside, however, you found yourself at a loss, because she wasn’t there. you tried to see as much as you could in the dark, lit only by neon signs and dim lights, but found nothing.
“you gotta be kidding me.” just when you finally get the chance to speak to her, she simply vanishes in the blink of an eye? it must be your lucky day!
you let out a huff of frustration and gave up. it was best to just go home. you’d take the route you knew by heart, careful not to bump into anyone along the way. that was the plan, taking the quickest, simplest path, so you could lie in bed and wallow pathetically in the fact that you’d failed to talk to her yet again.
but you certainly didn’t expect to be interrupted.
as you passed an alley—the same one you walked by every day—someone grabbed you by the shoulders. the force, precision, and speed of the movement were staggering; you had no time to react or even think of a way to escape. within seconds, you were being violently pinned against a concrete wall. your mind raced along with your heart, and your first instinct was to fight back. you weren’t going to wait and see if this person would show mercy or give you a chance to speak. you couldn't risk dying, not there, not like this.
a hand—strangely cold and hard—clamped around your throat while another forearm pressed against your chest. in desperate move, you tried to strike the person in the face, but it was futile. however, your leg reacted too, and your knee slammed into their abdomen.
it didn’t seem to have much effect, but it was enough to make the person retaliate; a low growl could be heard. you felt a hard impact against your face and were immediately pinned down, feeling the stranger’s weight holding you against the ground.
“fuck! let me go!” you exclaimed, your eyes squeezed shut from the impact. the pain from your broken nose and the heavy body pressing down on you was rapidly intensifying, but that was the least of your worries; the sound of a blade being drawn rang out dangerously close to your face.
“stupid rat. think you can stare me down, try to follow me, and still walk away unscathed?”
“what?! i didn’t—ah…”
you were about to defend yourself, confused by the baseless accusation, but… that voice. it couldn’t be. could it? it sounded too familiar. you had to risk it.
“s–sevika?” you asked, slowly opening your eyes.
“don’t play with me.”
“it’s really you…” sevika froze for a second upon hearing your tone shift from defensive and alarmed to genuinely surprised. moreover, the smile forming on your face didn’t look like a sneer or a threat; you looked truly happy and somewhat impressed to run into her. but she wasn’t going to fall for it. a low sound of indignation escaped her, and she pinned you harder against the ground.
“tell me what the hell you wanted staring at me like that, and maybe i’ll let you leave here alive.”
“staring? oh, shit… no!” you laughed. a genuine laugh, and now she didn’t know whether to be impressed or even more annoyed by your audacity. “i wasn’t staring. well, i was, but not the way you think.”
“what…”
“i don’t see well. i can barely see at all, actually, so i have to squint if i wanna see something.” you narrowed your eyes as you spoke, giving her a live demonstration.
sevika felt an unfamiliar wave of shame in her chest, torn between feeling sheepish for having punched and pinned down someone who could barely defend themselves, and validating her own actions since she didn’t know the truth, so it hadn’t been wrong to assume she was being sized up with bad intentions.
after all, she had to deal with plenty of people who wanted her dead. you knew that—anyone in the undercity did—so you didn’t feel the slightest bit of irritation over the whole thing. maybe just a little about the broken nose.
“and what i’m seeing now…” you managed to see a bit better thanks to your proximity and the reflecting lights. you could finally see her face more clearly, and in that moment, you realized she was still the object of your attention and desire. “it’s beautiful. you’re even more beautiful up close, you know that?”
if sevika had hated feeling ashamed before, this took it to a whole new level. her eyes widened, caught off guard, she was left speechless. you, a stranger who had met her under terrible circumstances, at a moment when she had fully intended to kill you, were making silco’s right-hand blush.
“umm… my nose really hurts, i need to take care of it. so… are you going to get off me so i can ask you out properly, or are you going to finish breaking my face?”
now she wanted to kill herself for having liked your courage and boldness. also, now that she was looking closely, without the shadow of survival distracting her.. you’re actually really pretty.
