#validation!

A second passes, and Ronin lowers the needle.

"Wait! wait, wait. Stop rushing me."

"It's almost sunset." Ronin gives a distant look to the window behind you, in response, you whip your head around to catch the fall of the blazing star.

The second your eyes connect with the very much still far up in the sky sun, a stabbing sensation pulses through your thigh. You seethe, instinctively trying to jump up. Alas, Ronin was gripping onto your torso with a free arm, pushing the thick consistency of testosterone into you.

The way he glared up at you was oddly intimate, and you'd feel flustered if the weird feeling of dense sap wasn't actively being injected into you.

"How hard was that?" He hums teasingly, sliding the needle out of you. A droplet of blood rolls down the length of your leg, and you're too frazzled to notice the way Ronin not so subtly licks at the bead of red.

As you gather your bearings, he rubs the area that was injected with one hand, holding a cotton bud to your wound with the other.

You give him a curious look.

"Helps the oil spread." He mumbles out, answering your unasked question before halting his massaging.

"..Thanks."

"Anyday. It's a gift to stab you without you actually dying."

And you try to scowl at him, to find his words offensive. But you can't help but feel endearment bubble in your guts. Oh, how far you've fallen.

𝜗ৎ Ronin often shares his experiences with you - giving you advice, tips and whatnot.

𝜗ৎ Always there to validate you in the most shrewd ways possible; it's so subtle you only notice hours later thinking back.

𝜗ৎ Ronin takes anyone misgendering/unvalidating you extremely seriously. If it's in any way purposeful, he's already planned their disposal.

𝜗ৎ Insists on doing your shots, not only because he wants to stab you, but he likes being apart of your journey