#no i have to u made me bleed i'll fucking bleed all over your fist u tiny lill SHIT

[shisuiyes-blog]

“i was super pissed so i went to the gym even tho it’s really late at night so i was the only one there and i was at the punching bag listening to music and you surprised me by tapping me on the shoulder, holy shit i didn’t mean to punch you, i’m so sorry, but srsly why the hell would you sURPRISE SOMEONE WHO IS ANGRY AND PUNCHING THINGS” // I'm absolutely pissing thinking of Sakura turning and decking the shit outta Shisui like poor guy wtf let me help you you're bleeding dinner's on me but WHY

WISHLIST STUFF.  ll  @leafmedic  ll  accepting !

                    —  to say he’s caught off guard,  well.                    that would be an understatement.

         RECOGNITION stayed reflex,  kept one rooted to their spot until a set of bandaged knuckles quite firmly averted his gaze.it actually takes a moment for the pain to set in,  too.                                                        [  bloody hell.   should spar with her some time  ]

           “  thanks for that,  ”   comes groaned through curled fingers,                                  nasal as blood dives merrily down the front of                            his shirt.   goddammit -                                       “  was that really necessary ??  ”                                                           (  aimed at the ceiling this time  )

            ahh,  lovely,  the taste of blood at the back of your throat.   great.                       fucking bless.       “  ‘m gonna tell sasuke you did tha-  no,  wait.   he’d fuckin’ love tha’.                   ‘m gonna tell itathi,  an’ he’th gonna be thtern at you.  ”

           yeah,  that’ll teach her.   go,  itachi,  go.              (  maybe.   except then he’d have to tell itachi who,  most likely,                      would have a hearty chuckle at his expense.                    pride,  man.   pride.  )

   one thing truly does deserve ( honorable ) mention,  as a surge of not quite pleasure trips through the space ‘neath curved bone.     “  you’right hook ith a blething to thith villatge,  thakura.  ”

                        blindly,  && amid a firm pretense of ignorance to her protests ( && offers           of dinner ?  hahaha,  sakura-chan,  please ),  shisui seeks out her fist to cradle it     in a curl of deft fingers.lifts it.     kisses each knuckle with pain-staking patience,  && —-                   —  bleeds all over her fucking fist.                   thoroughly.

               the injury has him snigger rather than chuckle,           which makes it all the better.

                        “  wa’ wath thab about dinnel ??  ”                   can she even make out the wor–  yeah,                   probably she’s fluent in this by now.

             “  ohw,  fuck,  pwease heal                      my fucging face,  thakuwa-tjaaannnn ...  ”