37 + 80 for Shiro (i was thinkin' like, his s/o gets back to the castle a little later than everyone else after a mission and not wanting to scare everyone about their injury)
A/N: This was SUPER fun to write! I love it! I hope you guys enjoy it!
Word count: 627 words
“You coming back soon, Y/N?” Shiro asked, his voice and image clear on the screen in front of me.
“Yeah. Just making a final sweep, just to make sure if there are any survivors,” I answered, but the pain in my side protested.
“Okay. Let me know when you start heading back.”
“Will do. Love you, Shiro.”
“I love you too.”
Then his image went away, and I was left on my own again.
Truthfully, I was in a lot of pain. I was pretty sure I cracked a rib. Every breath felt like someone was beating my lungs with a metal baseball bat and stabbing them repeatedly with a rusty, serrated knife. Maybe I was being dramatic, but it hurt. A lot. I just didn’t want anybody to worry about me.
My lion buzzed in my head. It really wanted me to go back and get help, and something told me it would go back whether I wanted to or not.
“We aren’t going back,” I told if firmly. “No. Everyone will just worry and make a big fuss over me, and I really don’t want that. I’ll go back as soon as I’m done here.”
But I’d already done an area sweep twice. It wouldn’t take long to do it again. After 10 minutes, I was heading back to the castle, not ready to face everybody.
Standing proved to be more painful than sitting. I walked out of the lion hunched over and clutching my side.
“Y/N! Are you in here?”
Ahh… great. Shiro. He was going to notice that I was hurt immediately. Before he could see me, I straightened up and put my hands on my hips.
“Hey! Fancy seeing you here!” I said as cheerfully as I could. “Do you come here often?”
“Uh… yeah, actually,” Shiro said, giving me a concerned look. “Are you okay? You’re standing weird.”
“No. I’m fine.”
Shiro scanned my body, trying to figure out what was going on with me.
“What are you hiding?”
“Nothing, I swear!” I held my hands up defensively, trying to hold back tears as I walked down the ramp to be on the same level as Shiro. “I’m 100% okay. Perfect.”
Shiro raised an eyebrow and took my helmet from off of my head. Then he carefully set it down on the ground. “Pick that up.”
Oh no. He was on to me. “Why don’t you? You’re the one that put it there.”
“Because I want to see you do it.”
He was daring me to admit I was hurt. I pressed my lips into a thin line and stared at him blankly. How in the world was I going to do this?
“I think I’ll just leave it there for next time.”
“There won’t be enough time next time.”
“Are you sure? What if the next time I need to get to my lion, it’s just for training?”
“But what if it’s not for training?”
“Okay, but what if it is?’
“Y/N,” he said in a low warning tone. “If you can’t, it’s okay to admit it.”
“I’d rather not.”
Shiro chuckled, shaking his head. “Okay. You’re hurt. Let me help you.”
“Uh… sure. Okay. Let’s get my ribs taken care of.” Shiro wrapped an arm around me (which hurt more than just walking, but I didn’t want to tell him that), and walked me to the cryo pods. “We’ll get you healed up and good to go in a few hours.”
“Wait, what about my helmet?”
“I’ll come get it when you’re in a pod. Don’t worry.”
“I thought we were over that.”
“Right. Sorry, my lovely.”
‘What am I going to do with you?” Shiro sighed. “You’re lucky I love you.”