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đđđđđđđđ: a snippet of vulcan medican officer shouto x starfleet captain reader, inspired by all the star trek au brainrot i had going on a couple weeks ago lmao. shouto is our handsome chief medical officer who just wants captain reader to stop getting herself so grievously injured every time the ship makes port, trying to prove to herself that she is worthy of the ship's command. (6.1k)
đđđđ: afab fem reader (she/her pronouns), hurt/comfort, self-worth issues, implied child neglect, unreliable narrator, pre-relationship, some gore (reader sustains significant physical injury), sfw.
đđđđđ: tos is the only star trek i have seen all the way through, and the last time i watched any star trek was when i was down with the flu for a week in college lmao. i did some wiki digging and some googling but i did take some notable liberties with their comms units and other details are probably hella inaccurate to canon so my apologies to the trekkies!! dedicated to @/volatilematters for drawing me the most amazing vulcan shouto.
It was the crackling of your comms unit that roused you, the ping of an incoming call slicing through the fog of your sleep. You blinked awake, realizing youâd fallen asleep huddled in the corner of your cell, your neck stiff from being wedged awkwardly against the wall as you dozed.
You hurriedly accepted the comm, smiling blearily as First Officer Iidaâs anxious expression filled the piece of your wrist unitâs screen that wasnât obscured by your manacles.
âCaptain,â he said solemnly, inclining his head.
You gave him a nod, suppressing a wince as the motion jarred your shoulder, pulling at the wound and sending a wave of hot pain radiating down to your fingers. You suspected it was dislocated, although that was immaterial at this point. Youâd figure it out later in the privacy of your own quarters, when the rest of your crew had been seen to.
âTenya,â you said, pulling on a grin. âItâs a relief to see youâwhat have you been able to pull together?â
Iidaâs eyes slipped sideways to what you could tell was an inventory, a list of items you intended for the UA to present to your Xentauri captors. âMidoriya was able to put together a translator based on the audio snippets you took with your wrist unit. Itâs calibrated for their language, so we should be able to communicate effectively.â
You nodded again, pleased with your crewâs progress. You suspected you were only in this mess in the first place because of your communication gap.Â
Xentauri-II.1ba, as it was officially charted on Federation mapping, was a newly discovered life-supporting planet that had yet to be thoroughly investigated. The Federation had first deployed a small science team to research conditions, but only weeks in, the unit had dispatched an emergency signal. Your ship, the UA had the closest to receive it, and once decoded by Comms Officer Midoriya, the signal had pointed to the team being in severe danger, possibly under attack.
Youâd immediately rerouted for Xentauri-II.1ba, and taken a small shuttle down to the research base with a few handpicked officers to investigate. Whereupon youâd of course been attacked by the planetâs inhabitants yourself.
Youâd attempted to negotiate, but without a mapping of their language to yours yet established, your efforts were in vain. The Xentauri had taken your rescue crew prisoner too, hauled you back to what you guessed to be their capital city, and thrown you in with the research team.
They hadnât seemed to want to kill you after the fight deescalated. Or known enough, for that matter, to relieve your crew of your communicators. Which pointed to a possible diplomatic solution still at hand.
 âPerfect. What else?â you prompted Iida.
âRecords of Federation history reworked to suit their level of technological advancement, a few non-invasive crop samples Ibara thinks will work well in their arid soil, some textiles and worked metals that roughly match their own dress that Midoriya thinks they may like, blankets, andâwell, Shouto hasnât given them up yet but weâre asking him for some species-agnostic hyposprays to represent our intention to help.â
Your stomach flipped at the mention of your Chief Medical Officer. You were going to be giving him a wide berth for the foreseeable future until you were certain he wouldnât be able to note your injuries. He was the last person who needed to catch on to your weakness.
âHe doesnât want to give them over?â you asked.
Iida frowned. âHe has not said as much, but I am getting the distinct impression he does not look well upon the Xentauri.â
You tossed Iida another tired grin. âHow can he dislike them when weâve never encountered them before? Heâs just mad about the cleanup heâs gonna have to do on the crew. Tell Shouto itâs Captainâs orders and I want at least five.â
Iida made a noise of assent, pushing up his glasses. âI will. We should be there in precisely twenty Galactic standard minutes. Is there anything else you wish me to assemble before the podship departs?â
You shook your head. âYouâve done a good job, thank you, Tenya. Letâs see how the negotiation goes now that we have Izukuâs translator. If we have to do it in phases, please prioritize the return of the research team first, then the crew. I will go lastâis that understood?â
Iida looked like heâd swallowed a lemon, but predictably, he nodded. He was loyal to your command, reliable to a fault. You were so often thankful for it.
âUnderstood, Captain. I will see you shortly,â he replied.
âThank you, Tenya,â you said, before ending the comm.Â
Mina perked up in her own cell, a few yards away from yours. âParty bus incoming?â
You laughed, giving the xenobiologist a wink. Sheâd been good company the last day or so, easily able to keep her spirits up despite your capture and able to help you reassure the rest of your crew that things were well in hand. You were especially thankful, as she had been inches away from not being here. Youâd moved in front of the knife meant for her without thinking, catching it in your own shoulder instead of her throat. It super sucked for you, but it was better a shoulder wound than a dead friend.
âYour shower and breakfast beckon, mâlady,â you joked.
Mina groaned appreciatively, scrubbing a manacled hand through her candy-pink hair. âI think Iâm gonna take an old fashioned one. Real water and everything.â
You made a sympathetic sound. A water shower sounded luxurious, and some part of you desperately craved one too. But hot water was not good for most injuries, particularly a dislocated shoulder and what you were also certain was a broken ankle. Not to mention the stinging effect it might have on your stab wound and the litany of cuts and bruises that banded the rest of your body.
You were going to have to wait a little longer until youâd healed up to partake.
âWe should wake the rest of the crew,â you said, motioning to the couple of uniformed lumps in Minaâs cell and the few beyond.
Mina nodded, and set about poking your teammates awake, calling excitedly to the next couple of cells down.
Both your crew and the Federation research team were awake by the time the Xentauri guard came to fetch you, exactly 20 minutes on the dot, as Iida had promised. They said something in their twining, sinuous tones, shuffling to the doors of your cells. They were humanoid but strange to look at, their skin waxen grey and necks elongated like Earthen giraffes, sprouting into wide, ridged faces almost like the Ferengi. A set of eight fingersâas long and spindly as their necksâprotruded from the cuffs of their shirts, made from a light material like a linen, though their thinness belied a ferocious strength.
It reminded you a little of looking at Shouto, his terrifying Vulcan strength buried under a deceptively beautiful visage.Â
The Xentauriâs strength was on full display as a guard reached out and hauled you unceremoniously to your feet. They shepherded you impatiently out of the prison, into the harsh blue cast of the Xentauri sun.You stumbled along with them, swearing under your breath every time you took a step with your right foot. Pain lanced up your leg, lodging in your throat, and you grit your teeth, sweat building quickly beneath your uniform.
It was almost a relief to be forced down when you finally reached your destinationâa sandy expanse of earth outside or a huddle of buildings erected from a purplish, glittering rock. Your head swam, and your vision whited out for a moment as you hit your knees.
When you recovered, you could see the crew of the UA was already assembled in the lot. Iida stood at ease in front of a small group of expedition officers, flanked by Izuku, Tokoyami, andâyou paled to see itâShouto.
Your Chief Medical Officer looked predictably perfect in the light of the Xentauri sun, the blue catching in the silver of his hair, fading into the blue of his uniform. It played over his broad shoulders and glinted off of the cool metal of the phaser strapped to his thigh. It also underscored his expression, which was pissedâor as pissed as a Vulcan could look, anyway.
It was undetectable if you werenât already intimately familiar with their baseline expressions. But you were familiar enough with Shoutoâsâhad been his schoolmate onceâand so you caught the tiniest narrowing of his eyes at the corners, the barest hint of a scrunch between his perfect eyebrows as that heterochromatic gaze flicked over you.Â
Oh yeah. Pissed big time.
You tried to project an air of strength and confidence as he looked you over, though you imagined your stay in Xentauri prison had not been kind to you. You knew you were covered in dust and debris, and you watched Shoutoâs gaze snag on the rend in your uniform over your stab wound. It was a mess of dried blood surrounded by some very heavy and very gross bruising.
Dignity and command, you told yourself as your vision fuzzed a little again. You could totally still project dignity and command.
Izuku stepped forward with the translator, offering some opening words that, on this side of the lot, came out in the Xentauri language, sibilant and twisting. One of the Xentauri, dressed in a purple linen that nearly matched the stone of the buildings around you, stepped forward, replying in a hiss of words.
You listened with half an ear as negotiations commenced, trying to keep your focus on staying upright. The Xentauri sun burned through the fabric of your uniform, and the air was biting and dry. You pointedly did not look at Shouto again, keeping your eyes trained on Izuku and Iida as they produced the bargaining chips youâd ordered.
You were pleased when, as you expected, the Xentauri accepted with little delay. You could only just catch snatches of Federation Standard as Izuku and Iida spoke between the translated layers of Xentauri, but you were able to gather that the Federationâs arrival was perceived as an attempt to undermine Xentauri territorial sovereignty.Â
Once it was made clear that you were not on any sort of political venture, however, you were ceded back into Federation custody with no more ceremony than a box of pastries. They seemed eager to receive the gifts you had pulled together, and not very interested in further violence.
You watched, relieved, as your crew were set free of their restraints and helped back towards the podship by their teammates. You shook out your own hands happily as a Xentauri guard freed you from your manacles as well.
You clambered to your feet, biting back a small scream as you put weight on your right leg. And then you forced yourself to pace evenly over to where Iida stood with the remaining crew, inclining your head gratefully. You waved away the rest of the crew, huddling up with your First and Communications Officers.
âWell handled,â you told them. Izuku flushed beneath his freckles, always pleased, and Iida saluted you. âIâd like ten minutes for a sonic shower and a change of uniform, then Iâd like all heads of departments at the bridge for a debrief.â
Iida nodded. âI will arrange it.â
âThank you,â you said, ignoring the way your head throbbed. âIâm certain you have also already drafted a report to Star Fleet. Iâd like to review it collectively to ensure the Xentauri are fairly represented and to request permission for continued negotiation with them for Federation Science re-access to their planet.â
Iida saluted.Â
âAfter that, please consider yourself off duty,â you said. âThank you for your overtime to get the crew back. We can transition ship command back to me and I will cover your remaining shift into my upcomingâ-â
âYou will not,â Shoutoâs low tone cut through your order.
You startled at his proximity, the statement issued from just above your right temple. When you titled your head to look back at him, your shoulder lanced with pain and your vision swam faintly again. You forced it all down, shooting Shouto an impatient look.
âRespectfullyââ
âYou are not cleared for duty,â Shouto said.Â
It was lucky the rest of the crew had already hastened towards the podship or you might have strangled him for his lack of deference. But Shouto had a knack for timingâhe never disobeyed you in front of the crew, never even came close to a whisper of undeferential behavior unless it was with Tenya and Izuku, both of whom you knew he trusted completely. He was too canny.
âI donât need to be cleared, itâs just a couple of scratches,â you informed him archly.
âI believe I am qualified to make that assessment on my own,â Shouto told you, his heterochromatic gaze fastening to your face as he stepped around you to join the circle of your officers. You were altogether too aware of the breadth and height of him as he moved, a tiny thrill of fear zipping down your spine.
Shouto was the only person on the ship with the authority to strip you of command should he see fit. And you were determined for him to never see fit.
âWhat luck there is no need for you to,â you said, sweetly.Â
A scarlet eyebrow rose a scant millimeter, which to Vulcans amounted to a look of polite incredulity. âThat would be in violation of Regulation 8.667-f of the Medical Standard. Which requires a medical officer to clear return for all officers sustaining injury on duty, including command. Especially when you have clearly been stabbed.â
Damn him.
âDetails,â you told him. âPlus Iâm sure youâll be busy clearing all your other patients. I can duck in a little later to see if Hagakureââ
âMy staff will see to the other crew,â Shouto said. âYou are my priority, Captain.â
A little thrill zinged through your veins again, fear and something else you did not care to examine.
Iida and Izuku did not help matters by nodding in agreement, Iida giving you a short bow. âWe will see to the situation on the bridge, Captain, until you are cleared for return. Please make sure you are in good health.â
You valiantly fought down a scowl as you dismissed them. âMy gratitude.â
Izuku and Iida saluted and turned for the podship, leaving you alone with the most annoying Vulcan in the galaxy. You watched them go, not turning to Shouto until they had cleared most of the way.
âYou first, doctor,â you motioned him towards the ship as well, determined to walk behind him so he wouldnât catch any sign of a limp in your step.
Shouto didnât move, however, blinking down at you. His handsome face was impassive, the strong line of his jaw and plush mouth perfectly, deceptively at ease.
âDo you so object to walking with me, Captain?â he asked.
You shook your head. âI will cover the rear.â
Shouto blinked again. âI am the only one with a phaser between us.â
If you didnât feel on the verge of passing out, you could have torn out your own hair. Did he need to be so difficult!
âI insist,â you said, trying your best to look polite and innocent.
Shoutoâs eyes narrowed suspiciously. âEither you are deliberately avoiding mention of another injury or you are injured so badly as to have forgotten it. In which case a mandate of relief from the captainship would almost certainly be required while you recover your memoryââ
You reached out and slapped a hand over his mouth, hissing, âI did not forget an injury.â
âThen you must inform me,â he said into your fingers. His tone sounded more entreating than commanding, and for some reason that annoyed you. There was no reason to be concerned.
âNothing confirmed, possible dislocation,â you said vaguely, pulling your hand away. It tingled a little with the echo of how his mouth had moved against it.
Shoutoâs gaze dropped from your face down your body, his mouth pursing in a sweet little downturn. âWhere?â
You gritted your teeth. âShoulder. Possibly one ankle.â
Shouto immediately dropped to his knees in front of you, startling you. You took a reflexive step backwards, letting out a cry when it jostled your right foot. You just barely managed not to go down hard, recovering yourself only by the sudden grip Shouto had on your waist, supporting you.
He was, of course, immediately able to tell which ankle had pained you. His long, elegant fingers reached for the hem of your right leg, rolling it up in a gentle motion. You watched the top of that red-and-white head tilt, and heard the soft intake of his breath as he caught the swelling that had reached the edges of your boot.
His expression could almost be termed thunderous, even on a human, when he looked back up at you. âYou were going to walk on a broken ankle,â he said accusingly.
âOh? Is it broken?â you tried, pasting on an expression of surprise.
Which immediately turned to a yelp of genuine surprise when Shouto rolled nimbly back to his feet, sweeping his arms under you, avoiding your right shoulder.
âShoutoâ!â you squeaked, your voice strangled.Â
âYou knew,â he said firmly, tucking you close to his chest. Your face heated at the press of him along your side, warm and firm and harder with muscle than a medical officer should have been allowed. He smelled like sterilants and some warm, expensive cologne, a little unearthly in profile. Possibly composed of Vulcan plants.
It made your lightheadedness somehow even worse, and if he didnât put you down now you were afraid you might pass out for real.
âItâs probably just a minor fracture,â you insisted, as he carried you towards the podship. You shifted, ignoring the flare of pain in your shoulder as you did, trying to clamber out of his arms. He refused to be dislodged, ducking deftly through the door of the podship and nodding at a crewman as the officer closed it behind the two of you.
You couldnât bear to look at the crewmanâs face, burning with embarrassment at being carried over the threshold like a fucking princess.
Then Shouto had the audacity to buckle you into the podship seat himself, like your arms were broken too, and arranged himself stiffly in the seat next to you.
His mouth was turned down in a frown when you glanced at him, and the expression did not so much as flicker the entire flight back to the UA. It was only when you tried to insist you could walk to medbay yourself that Shouto gave you the flattest, most flinty-eyed look youâd ever seen from him. He knelt before you again, helping you unfasten your jumpseat buckle, and ignored your protests as he pulled your uninjured arm up over a strong shoulder, gathering you up in his arms again.
You squeezed your eyes as he moved through the halls, both to avoid seeing the judgment on your crewâs faces and because the way the walls were starting to spin in front of your eyes was making you a little nauseous.
You appeared to be the first of the captured crew to make into medbay, so it was blessedly empty of people as Shouto bore you through it. He carried you right into his office and set you on the gently medbed in the corner, your least favorite spot on the entire ship.
Then he stood in front of you, and put hands on his hips. You ignored the way it made his biceps pull and flex under the fabric of his uniform.Â
âI am going to have to cut your boot off of you,â Shouto informed you. âYour shirt as well. Itâs stuck in your wounds and I will need to reopen them a little to cut it out.â
Your cheeks heated with the idea of being bare before him, but he was a medical professional. And also that was disgustingâyou wanted to get your shirt out of your own body as fast as possible. âSureâthatâs fine.â
Shouto hummed to himself, a low, soft tone in the back of his throat as he moved to a drawer of equipment beside the med bed. âThank you,â he said, drawing out a device with a wickedly thin, circular blade attached.Â
You did not like the look of it, and hoped that famous Vulcan precision was everything it was cracked up to be.
Shouto knelt before you again, carefully applying the saw and pulling the fabric of your boot gently away from your skin. It whirred softly, and in a matter of moments you felt the loosening of the fabric, and your boot thunked heavily to the floor.
âI will do your shirt now,â Shouto told you.
You nodded, breath catching in your chest as he leaned over you. Those long fingers slid under the collar of your uniform, easing it away from the fragile skin of your neck. You flushed hotly when Shoutoâs fingers met the edge of your bra strap, too, and he paused, going strangely still.
You thought you caught the hint of a blue flush at the top of one high cheekbone, and you quickly bit out a âsorryâ at him, cheeks burning.Â
Then the saw whirred to life again, and Shouto angled it down until it had cut a clean line down your shirt. He pulled it off of you, very gently inching it away from where it had stuck into your stab wound and various other cuts with your dried blood. He murmured a warning before each, and you bit back a groan as it re-tore open the skin in those spots, determined not to look like a little baby.
Shouto tossed your shirt in the biohazard bin with perfect aim, his eyelashes sweeping down across his cheeks as he took stock of all the injuries that had collected across your torso.
You looked down at yourself, noting several deep cuts you hadnât noticed before and a contusion in the shape of one of the Xentauriâs feet. You also noted how much blood had soaked into the cups and straps of your bra from your stab wound, and chalked it up to a lost cause. When you looked back up, Shouto looked kind of angry again.
âI will administer painkillers via hypospray and a topical antibacterial to your stab wound first,â he said, his low voice flat.
You nodded your assent, and Shouto went to the drawer again, gathering up the things heâd need for you. âThen I will assess your remaining injuries via tricorder. I may need to manually reset your shoulder. Your ankle should be healable with the osteogenic stimulator. Is this acceptable?â
You nodded again tiredly. âYou can do whatever you want with me.â
Shouto fumbled the hypospray, whipping around to stare at you. A blue flush crawled all the way up his pointed ears.
You could almost hear the rush of your own blood to your ears when you realized how youâd just sounded. âI meanâuhhhhh. That wasnât to implyââ
âIf I did what I wanted with you,â Shouto said, drawing himself up. âYou would never leave medbay again.â
You blinked, unsure if that was the threat it sounded like. Meaning, he wouldnât let you go back to command for your own good? Or he wanted to murder you himself? Orâ?
You burned with embarrassment. You had long wanted Shoutoâs approval, or at the very least to avoid him seeing right through you to the poor little wretch youâd been before Starfleet, unable to take care of your own mother, surrendered into state care for your uselessness.Â
Youâd wanted it even back at the academy, realizing how smart he was, how straightforward and empathetic. You trusted his judgment more than anyone else on this ship. And so you wanted him to think you were a capable captain, someone worthy of his respect, too. Not some idiot who could barely handle herself who needed to be kept from command to protect the rest of the crew.
You stayed silent, shame burning through you. You would just have to try harder in the future, make him see that you could be relied on to take care of this crew, including him. You would prove yourself capable.
Shouto moved around you with the ease of long practice, pressing the hypospray to the back of your neck. Then he held the tricorder over you, his mismatched gaze tracking across the screen, that microscopic scrunch appearing between his brows again.
âYou have been stabbed, dislocated your shoulder, fractured a finger, broken your ankle, torn your MCL. You have also sustained significant bruising on your right torso, left thigh, and right shin,â he said. âYou have a variety of small cuts and other abrasions across roughly five percent of your epidermis.â
His voice sounded kind of funny, and his handsome face waved in front of you like a flag in the wind. A weird feeling of giddiness and relief swept over you, and you realized the painkillers heâd just given you were starting to hit.
âOhhhhh that feels so good,â you said, stupidly, feeling yourself slip forward. Your head lolled onto Shoutoâs shoulder.
You could feel his inhale, and then his arms came around you. âIâYes, I can do it from this position, then. I will need to reset your shoulder. I need to apply a local anesthetic.â
âDo your thing,â you said into his neck. He smelled really good.
Shoutoâs next breath was uneven, and long fingers grasped you just above your bicep, the cold touch of the hypospray at your shoulder joint. âI will proceed.â
You closed your eyes. âWhatever you want.â
A feeling of numbness overtook your shoulder, and then the hypospray disappeared. A large hand braced against your back and Shouto said, âI am going to reset it now.â
You nodded. âSounds nice.â
There was a strange feeling of pressure, a slide that you did not like, and thenâa sense of relief. âOh, itâs back in!â
âYes,â Shouto confirmed. Then, hesitantly, âI will need to move you to work on your stab wound and fractures.â
You heard yourself make a grunt of disapproval. You did not like the sound of that. Moving sounded like the worst thing anyone had ever asked of you, actually. âYâ can ignore them, âll get âm later.â
Shouto paused. âI would be professionally negligent not to fix them.â
You frowned. âDoesnât matter, Iâll get âm. Thank you.â
âTheyâŚmatter to me,â Shouto said. There was something in his voice you didnât like, something a little dark like you had displeased him. You didnât want to displease him.
You were interrupted from responding, however, by a soft knock at the door. Shouto hesitated, then called for whoever it was to come in, and you heard Hagakureâs bright tone from over his shoulder.
âOh! Is that the captainâ?â she said. âIs sheâ?â
âI gave her Metorapan,â Shouto said. âPlease close the door behind you.â
âOh nothing but the top shelf for our captain, huh,â Hagakure laughed. âExplains why sheâs all over you right now. She say anything crazy yet?â
It took an inhuman amount of effort to lift your head from Shoutoâs chest to glare over his shoulder at her. Only to find she was missing from view, the chameleon skin of her alien species picking up the light reflections in the shipâs environment. She had to consciously remember to be visible sometimes.
âI am not all over him,â you said. âAnd as I was just explaining, I am done anâ ready to debrief now.â
Hagakure shimmered into view, her mouth turned up into a grin. âWith an open stab wound?â
You blinked. Shouto covered you almost completely from view. How could sheâ?
âMina says it was meant for her but Captain took it right in the shoulder instead. Didnât even go down, just tried to negotiate with the Xentauri right through it,â Hagakure reported.
Shoutoâs sigh ruffled your hair. âI am unsurprised to hear it.â
You felt another frown pull at your mouth. He probably thought you were an idiot for almost getting one of your crew injured. You hated how incapable you were, too, but youâd at least saved her from the worst of it, and youâd learn the lesson for next time. Next time, you would prove yourself for sure. You would earn the command of this ship, not just on paper but in practice too.
âHow is the crew?â you managed, forcing the feelings down.
âNone so injured as you,â Hagakure said. âThey said you took the worst of it for them, and kept things from escalating. A couple of minor fractures here and there and some bruising but otherwise everyone is safe. The research crew on the other hand, is a little worse for wearâbet they wish you had been there for their arrest too.â
You snorted. Nobody wished that.
âNothing we canât fix though,â Hagakure said. âIâll send you the report Mina gave, Shouto, on Capâs injury so you have it, and send the treatment records for your review when weâre done.â
âThank you,â Shouto said.
âI wanted to check if thereâs any help you need from me, before I go back to supervise?â she asked.
Shouto shook his head.
You shook your head also, detaching from Shouto reluctantly. The room was cold without him against you. âThank you for the report on the crew. Can you comm Tenya on the way out to let him know I will be there shortly to debrief?â
Hagakure stared at you. âYouâre still stabbed, Captain.â
You blinked and looked down, noting your lack of shirt as well. When had thatâ? âOh. That.â
Hagakure made a noise like she was suppressing a laugh and let herself out, the door closing firmly behind her.
Before you could make your excuses to Shouto, heâd eased an arm behind your shoulder and was tipping you over to lay on the cot.
âYou cannot be cleared to return to duty until your injuries are addressed and the Metorapan wears off,â he told you. âYou will need to sleep it off for a few hours after we are done.â
As he had anticipated it, his hand flew to your shoulder as you tried to sit up, pressing you back down. âI donât need a few hours,â you said.
âYou will have them regardless,â Shouto replied.
âIâve already taken too much time,â you said, giving him a quick smile. See how ready you were to return to work?
Shoutoâs perfect mouth pulled downwards a scant inch, and your eyes tracked the movement. âYou are a very bad patient, as usual,â he said.
You rolled your eyes. You were a very bad everything. You didnât also want to be a bad captain.
Shoutoâs mouth opened, his eyelashes fluttering in surprise. âIs that what you think?â he asked, and you realized youâd maybe said that last bit aloud. âYou believe you are a bad captain?â
A sudden flicker of fear flared to life in your chest.
To admit doubt was also to be a bad captain. You could not show hesitation, not when you were meant to be the leader of this starship. Shouto himself could not trust you if he knew you were not perfectly sure of yourself at all times.
âNo,â you said.
Shouto watched your face. âNo?â
Your head throbbed, and a bone deep exhaustion settled over you, tugging at your eyelids. But you watched him back, trying to blink through the feeling.
âI,â you started, then stopped yourself when you realized it wouldnât be quite true to say you were a good captain. Shouto wasnât stupid. âI do my best to protect thâ crew. Will always do my best to protect every member of thâ UA.â
A tiny little frown marred the perfection of Shoutoâs face again. You reached up, smoothing it, and watched as a bluish green flush overtook his features again.
Vulcans blushed blue. You were probably grossing him out. You took your hand away.
âYou take care of most of the crew,â Shouto allowed. âEvery single member of the crew but one. There is a notable exception.â
Shit. Who had you failed? How had you failed? Normally you knew, were perfectly and objectively aware of every single time a strategy of yours had not gone as intended, had worked to make up the learning after and never make the mistake again.Â
But it was Shoutoâs job to pull you from command if you were unfit. And if you were negligent enough in your duties like this, not even see the the things you were missingâ
âDâyou plan to relieve me of command?â you asked. Your face burned again, the question having slipped out before you were ready.
Shouto looked shockedâsurprise taking over more of his features than you had ever seen on a Vulcan before.
âWhat?â he asked.
âBecause I let them get hurt. Who is it?â you asked.
Shouto appeared speechless for a long moment. âPeople will always get hurt on missions like ours. You have protected the crew better than anyone I could think of. Your strategic thinking in times of crises is your area of expertise, and I have no doubt in your abilities. If I were to relieve you of command, I would see double the numbers of crew members in here after every mission.â
Your head swam, and you flushed with embarrassment, squirming uncomfortably with the praise. It didnât answer your question. Why was he being so hard to understand?
âBut you said there was someone I donât protect. Like a routine failure.â
Shouto raised a hand, his long fingers skirting around the edge of your stab wound. âThe only person you do not look after is yourself.â
You blinked, subsiding under his hand. Yourself? That was his problem?
Shoutoâs handsome face spasmed again and you could tell youâd said that aloud too. Â
âYes, that is my problem,â he said.Â
âOh well thatâs fine then,â you answered, although you were a little mystified.
Look after yourself? What was there even to look after? You had a good job, and your own sonic shower, and hot food whenever you wanted it, provided you werenât temporarily behind bars on some backwater planet. You had the chance to earn the trust of people you respected, some of the best in the galaxy in their professions, andâmany months into your missionâseveral blossoming friendships with Iida, Izuku, Mina, and Hagakure. You had a literal starship at your command, a place you were beginning to belong.
The only thing you could want for was Shoutoâs respect too.
But you would earn that in time. You would.
âYou already have it,â Shouto said, his voice low and intimate. It made you flush again, your heart beating kicking up somewhere into your throat.
âI do?â you asked.
Shouto inclined his head, looking you in the face.
âI will make it clear to you more in the future,â he said, then leaned over you, reaching for some device. You reveled in his warmth and closeness for a moment, until he pulled back with something you recognized as an osteogenic stimulator. âAs well as other areas of my regard.â
You blinked, wondering what that meant.
âIt is not a conversation that is right to have when you are not in possession of your faculties,â Shouto said. âBut perhaps it will convince you to take better care of yourself.â
You blinked again sleepily, having trouble thinking straight now that the immediate problem had been addressed and youâd been horizontal for so long. Shouto did not think you needed to be relieved of duty. Shouto respected you.
You watched him work blearily, his long fingers fiddling with some of the settings on the simulator. It was strangely hypnotic to observe, and another wave of exhaustion washed through you, weighing you down to the table.
âIn the interim I will take care of you. Until, and even after, you are able,â Shouto promised.
âThatâŚsounds really nice,â you said absently, wondering if maybe you could just catch a couple minutesâ rest while he worked.
âYou can sleep. I will be here when you wake up,â Shouto said, trailing the simulator down to your ankle.
His touch was sure and gentle, and his voice was too.
Maybe it would be fine then, to just take a short respite.
You closed your eyes. And under Shoutoâs careful watch, you let yourself rest.
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