Phinks
You had been ignoring everyone for a week now. You prepped your own meals, washed your own dishes before retreating back to your room to look for places to live and new jobs to apply to. The sooner you left, the better, after all, you got the sense that Chrollo would rather not have you around for much longer. You had been in the bath, soaking your worries away when the door burst open, Phinks removing his shirt without a care in the world. You sat up, water sloshing in the tub.
"Uh, this bathroom is occupied!" You said hastily and he froze, finally registering your presence. His cheeks flushed a dark red before he slapped his hand over his eyes, a string of apologies leaving his lips. You chuckled.
"It's fine, it's nothing you haven't seen before," You smiled at his attempt to protect your modesty. "Just remember to knock next time?" You added and he nodded, slowly uncovering his eyes but averting his gaze.
"Right, yeah, sorry." He stated sheepishly but he didn't move.
"Is something wrong?" You asked.
"No. Well- yes, I mean, kind of?" He strung out and you raised your brows, attempting not to laugh.
"Is that a yes or a no?" You chuckled and he flushed.
"Yeah... I just- I miss you. We had a lot of fun together and then everything happened and you shut me out... Did I do something wrong? Is it because I told you I love you?" He mumbled and you felt your lips pull into a frown.
"Phinks... It's complicated. Well, it's not it's just me being... well, me, I guess." You sighed and got out of the bath, draining it as you wrapped a towel around yourself and approached him.
"How about we start over? Movie night in your room tomorrow? Just the two of us. I'll make snacks?" You offered and he grinned, nodding quickly.
"I'd like that- Oh, I have a job to do with Feitan tomorrow but it should be easy, I'll be back before dinner." You smiled, patting his shoulder gently before leaving.
"It's a date then!"
You sat in the kitchen, baked goods stacked neatly on a plate in front of you. You looked at the clock. It was nearing 9PM and neither Phinks nor Feitan had returned. You tried to call, left multiple texts but all had gone unanswered. It was 10PM by the time you decided to call it. You had drowned your sorrows in cookies and milk and was ready to retire for the evening. You understood Phinks had a job, but to not even call or message to let you know he was going to cancel, it left you feeling saddened. Of all people, you didn't expect Phinks to stand you up.
You heard commotion in the hall and got to your feet, turning the corner you saw Feitan burst through the door, blood smeared across his face and body, a wild look in his eyes. Behind him, he dragged Phinks, unconscious and saturated with blood. Machi and Chrollo rushed passed you, Chrollo helping Feitan carry Phinks while Machi assessed him. You understood now, that the blood on Feitan was not his own. They rushed passed you and you grabbed Feitan, worry present on your face.
"W-What happened?! Is he okay? How badly is he hurt?!" You choked out, and Feitan briefly filled you in. They thought they'd taken all the guards out, but someone came from behind and Phinks pulled Feitan out of the way, taking the brunt of the machete as he protected his comrade. Your eyes welled, of course he would do something so selfless. You followed Feitan as the two of you rushed to his side. Machi was already stitching him up. You watched as he cracked his eyes open, looking around for a moment before focusing on you. He lifted his hand with a wince, knuckles brushing your cheek softly, smearing blood on your skin.
"Sorry I'm late, I took a bit of a beating." He chuckled, wincing when he moved. You clasped his hand in yours and shook your head.
"You're an idiot, you know that?! I don't care that you're late, I'm just glad you're alive." You looked over at Machi, who was just finishing up.
"Is he going to be okay?" You asked.
"It'll scar, but it will heal. You're on bedrest for two weeks, Phinks, no exceptions. There's internal damage that needs to heal itself." She sighed before cleaning up and leaving.
After a quick shower with the help on Feitan, Phinks was tucked into bed. You knocked lightly, a tray in hand as you moved into his room. He tried to sit but you stopped him, moving to shuffle next to him on the bed and placing the tray beside you.
"And what's this?" He asked.
"You didn't forget about our date did you?" You grinned, pulling the tray onto your lap and setting up a film before you began to feed Phinks his dinner. He accepted with little complaint as you nursed him, and you had a feeling he was enjoying the pampering a little too much.
"You know, I should get injured more often." He chuckled, but one look at your face had him swallowing loudly.
"I'm kidding! I'm kidding, I promise!"