spooki

The first thing you noticed was the shriek in your muscles, sharp and loud pain radiating throughout your extremities. Adjusting your eyes, you glaced around the room for any sign life— God you were tired. You found yourself laying in was one of the medical rooms inside HQ, small white walls lit with a window overlooking the ocean waves. Nothing remarkable, incredibly dull.

The entire length of your body was adorned with bandages, almost as if a medal of good service to the rescue mission you and Sabo had completed the other night. Unfortunately for you, you couldn't make it out unscathed, and ended up receiving immense injuries.

Before you got a chance to call out for someone Koala walked in, the obvious glow of relief glossing over her face as she looked you over.

"Y/N you're awake!"

She offered you a warm smile. You returned a much more exhausted one.

"Koala, what happened? Where is Sabo is he ok?"

You gestured to the bed you currently sat in— then to the dressings on your arms.

"Ah— Sabo is fine! You shouldn't even worry about that dunce."

She let out a long sigh.

"In truth I'm surprised I got to you before he did, you've been out for a day or two and he's been insufferable."

Despite the pang in your ribs you let yourself laugh at her emphasis, you were well aware of how Sabo was probably acting right now— He has a touch for the dramatic if nothing else.

You couldn't help your mind from wandering, opting to turn your head and stare out at the ocean below you— Running your fingers over a scar that ran deeper than the others, you felt almost guilty for letting yourself get so hurt. After checking to make sure you were ok, Koala took this as her time to let you rest. Quietly dismissing herself from your room.

You sat there and watched the sun fall, a beautiful glow of gold filling your once bleak room. Just then, you heard a soft knock at the door. With a soft exhale you turned to locate the sound, preparing yourself to be met with Dragon. Surely he'd come here to lecture you on being reckless.

Instead you were met with your boyfriend. A much happier fate. His big boy boyish smile greeted you— the rays of light now reaching his tousled blonde hair.

He stood in your doorway dressed in a pair of comfortable sweatpants and a loose shirt— His left arm was in a sling, but besides a few cuts and bruises he looked unharmed. It seems no matter how banged up he might be his smile would never fade for you, an easy reminder of your boyfriend's empathetic nature.

His eyes examined you, noting every bump, scrape, and burn lay on your skin. His heart shattered seeing you like this, all beat up and spat out. On the other hand, he couldn't help but admire the scene in front of him. You were a fighter, effortlessly strong and dedicated to the cause Sabo grew up under. He had watched you time and time again prove your willingness to protect others, absolutely enamored by your strength.

He was absolutely in love with you.

You watched as his eyes crinkled with a fondness, now suddenly feeling a little shy.

"Have you eaten?"

Sabo spoke up, lifting a small container into your line of sight. You couldn't help but smile with him. Graciously flipping over some of your blanket to make room for him.

"You fought like a warrior out there, I missed you so much."

You rolled your eyes at that, his corniness did not go unmissed.

"Oh you flirt"

He giggled at your abstinence. Kissing your forehead and he took his time getting into bed with you, cautious not to collide into any of your wounds—

Now flush against one another that's how the two of you would remain, sitting and sharing a bowl of ramen he'd brought to share. Feeding you bite for bite with his one free hand.

With the sun fully set and with the noodles set aside you had rubbed your eyes sluggishly, sleep tugging at your mind. Sabo was now cuddled into your side, head resting lightly against the side of your chest— arm wrapped around your core drawing light circles into your skin. You matched the intimacy with a hand in his hair, twirling the locs between your fingers.

Breaking the silence you spoke lightly, just barely audible.

"Thank you for this Sabo."

It was genuine, and you couldn't look at him as you felt your eyes well up. It was rare for you to feel so totally loved like this— Sabo was kind to you, he was level headed and understanding no matter how bad your bite.

"You don't have to thank me for that Y/N, thank you for living."

His hand pulled away from your side and cupped your face, his fingers warm to the touch. He kissed your chest where he laid, snuggling into you further.

The two of you dozed into silence, Sabo falling asleep almost immediately. You watched him close, listening to his quiet mumbles— Sleep talking wasn't an entirely new habit, and you always found it endearing to know what he was dreaming about.

At the end of the day your scars still hurt and your muscles still ached, except now Sabo next to you. His body warmth a comforting force against your side, you could stay like this forever. Part of you knows that he feels the exact same.