#game x reader

And yet, he didn’t move, the staring only continuing. If the door had eyes, Mondo would be winning this staring contest.

“Ugh this is fucking stupid!” Mondo’s voice echoed loudly throughout the empty hallway, throwing his head back in defeat. The door had won this round. “It’s a damn door! So why can’t I just knock!?”

“As much as I enjoy hearing you howling like a wounded cub. Some of us are trying to sleep.” An almost snake-like voice yanked Mondo back to reality, snapping his neck to the side irritated. Togami… The definition of an annoying rich boy who thinks he’s better than everyone. 

Mondo’s eye twitched as his lip turned into a snarl, staring down at the Ultimate Affluent Progeny. Togami wasn’t close by, merely standing outside his door, arms crossed with a raised eyebrow. Which only angered the Biker even more. “The hell you say to me? You trying to start something rich boy!?”

“Hm… It’s certainly amusing to watch you bang your chest like a caged monkey.” A smirk crosses Togami’s face as he adjusts his glasses, moving a hand to his hip as the other gestures to the floor by Mondo’s feet. “However, you're getting blood on the floor. If you aren't going to knock on the door. At least clean up after yourself before you scare the poor thing.”

Blinking in confusion, Mondo stared down at his feet only to realise a small pool of blood no bigger than his foot had appeared courtesy of the giant gash on his palm. That was why he was here, standing outside your door and now being berated by Togami. A defeated sigh left Mondo’s lips as a satisfied hum left Togami’s, followed by the sound of footsteps. “The hell you doing!?”

“Relax will you!” Togami snapped now standing next to Mondo, an arm reaching out towards him. Before Mondo had a chance to either hit or step back from Togami. The sound of knocking filled the Bikers ears like a wave. “I’m doing what you seem to be to chicken to do. Now hurry this along and let the rest of us sleep in peace.”

Staring blankly at Togami, mouth agape as he watched the rich boy quickly flee, a trail of dust behind him as he ducked into his room seemingly not wanting to be seen. If he wasn’t so calm about it, perhaps it would have been funny.

“Mondo?” Now it was your turn to snap Mondo out of his trance. His face turned bright red as if caught doing something bad, he couldn't even muster up anything more than a nervous stammer before you noticed how he was holding his hand. “What happened! You’re bleeding!” “I shouldn’t be here! Ignore you saw me yeah!?” Making an escape attempt, Mondo spun on his heel and attempted to follow Togami’s escape plan only to find himself being Yanked into your room. Surprisingly he didn’t lose his balance and stayed up right.

“I said let me look. I can’t have you bleeding on the floor now can i?” You respond sternly, letting go of his coat which you used to yank him back. Pointing down at the puddle of blood outside your door. “You were outside my door for a reason so please, let me at least look at it.”

Looking at your face, he found it impossible to say no. The glow of hope in your eye, the almost pleading pout made him want to yell. As much as he hated getting help from others, he couldn’t say no. So with a hesitant grumble of defeat he let you take his hand in yours. The moment you grabbed his wounded hand, his head snapped to the side, unable to look at you anymore. Mondo was ashamed of himself for seeking your help, he shouldn’t be relying on you to help him. It should be the other way around, right?

“How did you even do this? It's so deep… clean though which is good.” You mumbled to yourself, examining the cut on Mondo’s hand, it didn’t look like a knife gash. You would need to wrap this quickly. Sure it was a clean wound but that didn’t mean it wouldn't get infected regardless. “Come, sit down, let me wrap this.”

“You don’t need to do that. I can do it.” Mondo hastily replied, pulling his hand away from you. 

“Stop being so stubborn! Sit down and be quiet, let me take care of you!” You snap, arms wrapping around his arm to pull him towards your bed. Despite saying he didn’t want your help, he was quick to move with you, even letting you sit him down on the edge of your bed. “Hold on i should have something around here somewhere”

Leaving Mondo sitting on your bed, you swiftly make your way to a bag on the floor, digging through it carefully. Mondo’s eyes carefully examining you, a soft smile warming his face, unable to stop the admiration from shining in his eyes. He really did have a soft spot for you, maybe that's why Fujisaki kept always trying to push him towards you. Or the fact Ishimaru would always try and weave you into whatever they were talking about, only to leave both of you alone.

“Found it!” With a yell of victory, you pulled out a small jar and a white box from your bag. “I was a little worried i didn't grab any of this stuff from the garden and hospital room! Can I see your hand again?”

“Hold it! Hell is that?” Mondo had already returned to his usual stoic look when you turned around to approach him again. He had risen to his feet once he saw what you were holding. The small jar had some kind of orange fauna in, whilst the box had a somewhat spiky looking plant and some fluffy looking leaves.

Dragging him by the arm, you force him back down on the edge of the bed. “These are going to help you. I'm no fool Mondo, I know you won’t go to the Nurse's office upstairs no matter what anyone says. So you get me instead. I may not be able to cure disease but I can stop infection and skin irritations. So shush and let me see your hand.”

“You ca-”

“Shush” 

Promptly shushing. Mondo finally lets you dot on him, holding out his hand for you. A smile of victory briefly flashes on your face before turning to one of focus. Mondo’s returning to his secret but not secret soft smile. Time flew by as you worked carefully to treat the gash on his hand, using the Aloe Vera gel to help with disinfecting the wound, cleaning up any extra little dirt that may have been left behind. It was cold surprisingly tingly, causing Mondo’s hand to tense a few. Not once did he pull his hand away, more flexing into your touch than away, giving you all the motivation to keep going. 

Once you’d made sure the wound was evenly covered and cleaned, you reached for the jar and took out a small amount of Calendula petals, spreading them gently and carefully around the edge of the cut. Carefully covering the orange petals with a tiny amount of aloe Vera, before you reached for the more fluffy looking herb. Lamb's ear, nature's bandage. 

You carefully wrap the hand using a combination of the herb and some actual bandages you’d raided from the nurses office. “That should do it. Is it to lose? Too tight?”

“It’s fine… thanks.” Mondo nods, adjusting his grip as he admires your handiwork. “That herbalist stuff of yours… really is something else huh. I don’t understand a thing you did but I ain't gonna lie. My hand does feel good, I can't even tell there's anything wrong.”

“Good! Make sure to have someone change the bandage every few days, or if you're confident I'm sure you can figure it out yourself.” You tease, poking his nose briefly before placing your remedies back into your bag. Mondo’s face painted a lovely shade of red once more causing you to burst out laughing when you noticed.

Oh, Mr. Mosses II

“There you are Ms. Svertchz, have a wonderful day!” The receptionist smiled and through the glass she carefully looked at the woman in front of her. Her nails were so clean, she noticed, they were always gelled, matching whatever premium outfit she had on that day. 

“Yes, you too dear.” Without a glance at the younger woman the resident walked off, the tapping of her heels echoed through the old corridor and finally ceased when the elevator creaked its way down. 

It had been a week since meeting Francis, and she hadn’t really gotten a true impression of the man. He was so quiet, so… watchful. Anything she did in front of him she could feel his eyes on her, always staring at her with this thoughtful yet blank expression. 

He was just shy, she had thought. And if she was to make a move at all, it had to be small enough so that neither of them would be too embarrassed or caught off guard. 

He was so handsome, he was dressed nicely all the time and his lazy gaze fit his face so well. His nose was a bit hooked and larger than the average, but he made it look rugged, sexy even. 

With a shake to the head and a glance at the clock she let out a sigh. It was break time. 

Clouds rolled in, the rain came down soon after and poured down mercilessly. The winds howled along with it and she swore that if it got any stronger, the building would come cascading down. Almost everyone had checked in for the night, everyone except, she eyed the list again; Francis Mosses. 

With a squeeze to the paper she couldn’t help but let out a shaky breath. 

It was hell waiting to see if the dupe would come through the doors. Recently it had been trickier to spot the fake, they were getting smarter, better. 

Just the other day she almost let in a double of Ms. Bubbles, if she hadn’t noticed the lipstick was maroon instead of its usual raspberry who knows how many bodies would be littering the floor right now. The monster was furious she had caught on, it was so close, so close to being let in and getting its way through the building. 

A slam startled her out of her thoughts, the doors to the plaza burst open from someone- or something walking inside. 

The steps were slow, lazy, it had to be- 

“Mmm. Hello.” The milkman smiled, and although it was small, it comforted the receptionist dearly. 

“Hello Francis! The regular forms, please.” Straight to business, then who knows? Maybe ask him about coffee, a bookstore date, anything! 

Grabbing the papers he slid them over to the entrance, pushing them through with ease.

Turning them over she began her rambling. 

“How was your day, Francis? Things have been super slow here.” She mumbled, lining up each number and form. 

“Mm, it was fine. The rain was a bit of a hindrance but it didn’t stop me from completing my routes.” God, the way she said his name, he had to stop himself from biting down on his knuckles. Perfect, how could someone be so perfect all the time? 

He was enamored, obsessed even, with everything she was. It had been a week, sure, but it felt like a lifetime for him. 

She was distracted, per usual so he could stare at her freely now with no embarrassment to be had. Yet.

Her blouse was simple, a nice pale pink that hugged her in all the right places. And was that, a pencil skirt? Holy hell, this woman would be the death of him. 

With a glance to her left she looked at the schedule for the hundredth time, Francis' name was indeed there. 

“Everything’s clear, sorry for the wait.” She smiled at him then, her perfect teeth molded smoothly around her lips and- did he say she was perfect yet?

“Thank you.” Those glossy lips were tantalizing him, that had to be new lipstick, there’s no way he hadn’t noticed that sheen before on those plump, kissable- 

“Are you okay? You space out a lot,” she laughed. 

Quickly grabbing his forms he shoved them in his pocket, not bothering to open his wallet once more. 

He had to leave, the thoughts were getting to him, he felt hot, sweaty and tight in all the wrong places. It was a good thing his uniform came with black pants, otherwise he wouldn’t bother to show his face around any longer. 

“Mm, have a good night.” Without a pause he made his way to the elevator, and if it wasn't for the hand that shot out the paper slot he would have made it there.

“Wait! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to grab you like that, but um,” his eyes couldn’t help but widen, looking down her hand was still around his wrist. So small, so soft. 

“Do you… want to get coffee sometime?” She mumbled, although the rain was heavy and sounded out almost anything, he heard her. Because of course he did. Lifting his other arm, he couldn’t help but cover his mouth and cheeks. He rubbed his face, played it off as if he was really thinking it over, like it was a hard answer. 

“Mmm. Sure that sounds good.” And with a light smile he met her eyes. They were shining, full of emotion and if he looked any longer there was no way he was leaving. 

“Wait, really?” She gasped, letting go of his hand quickly and slotting it back to the other side. 

“Mhm, just… I’ll come to you, my schedule is quite hectic, you see.” 

“No of course! That sounds great, I'm sorry again for grabbing you,” And she truly looked apologetic, her face was so sympathetic, chin tilted downwards and she looked more like a kicked puppy than anything else. 

“Don’t worry about it, it’s fine,” he’s totally not going to imagine her hands later, gripping his shoulders, neck, trailing them down further and further.  

“I’ll see you soon then!” She pushed her hair back, letting it fall behind her gorgeous neck, collarbones and, what was he saying again? 

“Mm? Yes. Yes I’ll see you soon.” With a little pep to his step he pushed the elevator button. 

It was then a call rang out, it was the work phone. 

With a dreamy sigh she imagined him, the date and how perfect it all would be. Maybe they could grab dessert after. 

“Resident desk, employee 29 speaking.” 

“Hey 29! Great to catch you!” The manager's voice rang through and she sighed, her break was almost up and of course, the most extroverted person had to come talk her ear off. 

“Hello sir, what can I do for you?” 

“Straight to the point, you know I love that! You got the schedule for next week, right? Should be in a yellow envelope,” he smacked his teeth on the other end, and she could picture him now with his toothpick and big glasses staring right at her. 

“Yes sir, you told me not to open it until the day of.” 

He laughed. “Yep yep! Just uh, making sure. So, while I have you I thought I should mention,” shuffling was heard on the other end, like papers were being sorted through and thrown about. 

“The D.D.D wanted to make sure all employees know that this month will be more active than ever, and uh, they're sending in new forms to sign, waivers and what not.” 

She frowned. Active? What, how, why? 

Cutting him off she couldn’t help but talk fast. “Sir? Active? Why are they more active?” 

He paused, and she swore she could hear her heartbeat through her ears before he spoke up again. 

“Yeah, yeah, they said it had something to do with the weather? No idea, didn’t really bother to ask them you know, it’s hard to hold a conversation with a guy in a hazmat suit.” 

He laughed again and she wanted to strangle him, the man couldn’t take anything serious. 

“That’s all doll, you have a wonderful evening you here?” 

“Wait, sir-“ Click. 

That bastard, who does he think he is? Who does management think they are? Putting the phone back on the hook she couldn’t help but feel tired. Tired from work bullshit, how everyone brushed her off even though she was helping people, saving lives each and every night. 

The clock chimed, signaling for her shift to be over and she lazily rolled her chair back, getting up while picking at her nails. 

At least she had the date to look forward to, right?