Whumpril 2024 - Day 5 -Recklessness
Mariano takes calculated risks, (un)fortunately for everyone, he's very good at math
TWs: hospital setting, gunshot wound mention (it's all the aftermath though), self-sacrifice
“What the fuck was that?” Dimitri's voice rang off the pastel hospital room walls as he stormed in. His makeup had long been washed away, likely by whatever shower he'd taken to get Mariano's blood off of him. “What the actual fuck is wrong with you?”
Mariano blinked at him. The painkillers weren't helping the fog of blood loss, which only tangled and tripped up his attempt to process Dimitri's fury even more. “I…what?”
“This! You always wind up here in a hospital bed.” Dimitri stormed forward, grabbing the front of Mariano’s hospital gown.
“Things happen sometimes–”
Dimitri yanked Mariano up higher, and Mariano gasped as lightning shot through his hip. “Shut the fuck up. You wind up here because you always throw yourself into danger.” Their noses were almost touching.
Mariano snarled back, the fog in his mind parting for the instinctive, defensive anger that flared up bright and venomous. “I do that because it’s my job.”
Dimitri dropped him, as though suddenly the thin, lavender gown was made of razor wire. Mariano couldn’t quite read his expression: lip curling just so, brown eyebrows scrunched together, eyes piercing but hurt. “What?” He sounded breathless, like Mariano had just punched him.
“What do you mean, what?” Mariano said, agitation still electric in his voice. “I’m the lamb, it’s my job to take the injuries and keep you safe.”
“That–Marito, that hasn’t been your job since we were war mages.” Dimitri shot back. Mariano suddenly realized that that expression was him being appalled. “That hasn’t been–is that why you’ve been so stupid?”
“Why wouldn’t it still be my job? It’s what I was trained for, it's what works. It’s–you would’ve died if I hadn’t taken the bullet. It got me in the hip, but that’s where your head was.“ Mariano’s voice broke. “Why wouldn’t I want to keep you safe from that–any of you?”
Dimitri’s expression softened, and his hands were more careful this time when he cupped Mariano’s face. “No, Marito. We don’t want to see you get hurt like this. We don’t…I thought you knew. We all thought you knew that we don’t expect you to do this sort of thing anymore.”
All the tension drained from Mariano, and he felt something that wasn’t quite grief swell in his chest. “...Oh.” He tried again, tried to say anything. “I…I didn’t think it was mean or anything, that’s just…I mean, it’s what I’m good at–”
“Shh.” Dimitri said, thumbs sliding along Mariano’s cheeks. “You are. You were the best lamb we ever had. You’re good at more than that, though. So don’t do that again, okay?”
Mariano’s hands raised to cover Dimitri’s. He swallowed before speaking again. “I…I can’t promise that. Not when today could happen again.”
“Then if today happens again, at least let me take care of you afterwards. Now,” He straightened up, going over to the blinds. “Let me close these, you hit your head pretty hard when you fell.”
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~ Akira Kurusu with a Reckless S/O ~
He is really concern
He just saw you run into a group of shadows screaming in triumph.
When you run back after the group from the slaughter, you were covered in cuts, bruises and have fire on your back
The Shadows are not even fire type!
When he asked how you not yourself on fire, you just shrugged
Sometimes you get into fights, much to Akira’s dismay
One time you got into a fight with a person with a knife. You somehow won. Either way he still drag you away
He loves you, but tone down your reckless for him please
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Me: Adhd go brrr can't even get enough energy to properly eat
Also me: OMG the cat treats are over the stray cat who visits me like one hr a day will get sad
*cycles in direct sunlight in 41°C (105.8°F) for 15 km (9.2 mi) to buy enough cat treats for months*
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Caretaker on the phone: Just don't do anything stupid.
Whumpee, on their way to do the stupid thing at this very moment: Don't worry, I won't! Love you, bye!
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