┈┈ ·  rudo · ┈┈

They had taken you to the infirmary after a silly accident, but he… he had gotten scared as if it were something a thousand times worse. He didn’t show it, of course. He walked with his hands in his pockets, shoulders tense and a frown on his face, as if he were annoyed at the whole world.

But in reality, he was nervous. Very nervous.

He was holding a small, somewhat messy bouquet —clearly he bought the artificial flowers himself— but they were beautiful, full of color. He had taken longer than he’d ever admit to choose them.

When he walked into the infirmary and saw you lying on the cot, his heart skipped a beat. You were awake, surprised to see him there.

—Tsk… —Rudo looked away, slightly blushing—. You don’t look that bad… I thought you’d be… worse.

He approached with awkward steps, as if the floor were unstable, and placed the bouquet on your lap. You stared at him wide-eyed.

—They’re for you, okay? —he said quickly, as if he wanted to get the words out before he could regret them—. It’s nothing special… I just… thought you’d like them or whatever.

He tried to act indifferent, but his ears were completely red.

Then he lowered his head, his bangs falling over his eyes.

—You worried me —he admitted in a low voice, almost growling, as if those words cost him more than fighting ten enemies—. Don’t scare me like that again… idiot.

You gently took his hand, and Rudo froze, bright red. For the first time in a long while, he didn’t know what to say.