art by; @rskome on twt !! idea; robo_rock on ao3 !!
Today was a day that was about as average as any other. You woke up, reluctantly leaving the comfort of a soft bed and warm house for a monotonous job that took up more of your day than you’d like. Upon returning home, you saw a man nailed to a bed get exploded by a robot, and decided it wasn’t your place to get caught in the middle of it. Over the next hour or so, you’d barely managed to get the worry out of your mind, only to hear a strange thud on your front door. Unlike a knock, and more like someone placing the entirety of their body weight against the door. Looking outside through the peep hole, you saw something that greatly resembled a wet, injured cat.
A wet cat. That’s the first expression you thought of to describe the bespectacled young man sitting on your doorstep right now.
Running his fingers through his soaked lavender strands, dripping with rain water. He just sat right next to your door to take shelter from the rain. You hesitated for a moment before pulling the door open, causing him to turn his head and adjust himself to not fall. He was injured. That much you could tell from the blood on his clothes.
“Don’t worry, most of this isn’t mine. However, some of it is. I’d really just hate to burden you-“ A slight pause. He was talking a mile a minute, but you could pick up the haphazardly placed—then taken back—sarcasm in that last sentence. He attempted to use a tone of sincerity with his next words. “But you wouldn’t happen to have any first aid materials, would you? I am somewhat in need.” As he observed you, he seemed to be sizing you up. Then his expression softened a bit, as if he was making sure you weren’t a threat.
No point in leaving him out in the rain, you thought.