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I LOVED THISSSSSS AAAAAA

guys just read this, i guarantee it's going to heal y'all dark souls

the way i can literally picture this asshole going kaboom💀kachaw💀 kskdksksk he so stupid i love him to pieces i want to cry

C. MATSUNO﹕୨ʚĭɞ୧﹕LAME DELINQUENT

“remember that i’ll wait for you, and will always be here to look after you, chifuyu.”

chifuyu matsuno x fem!reader.

in which chifuyu seeks your comfort while you treat his wounds from a fight he was in earlier. bonus scenario included. 1.6k words

themes. literal fluff and COMFORT. crack.

soundtrack. what once was!her’s

tagging. @mqnjiro @notsocoolnana as my hypeman <3

notes . . . finished this 2 weeks ago but at that time i haven't write the bonus scenario yet. hope you enjoy with this comfort cliche chifuyu fic i made :)

being one’s delinquent girlfriend was a challenging thing to do. at the very least, it was for you—chifuyu matsuno’s much-loved girlfriend.

dating a delinquent doesn't guarantee you'll be excellent at fighting anyhow, so 'challenging' doesn't entail you have to join him if he gets into a fight.

it’s actually the opposite of it.

'challenging' it's when you just have to meet him at your front door every time, and chifuyu has to greet you with the largest sheepish smile you've ever seen. when it comes to his condition, he pretends as though he is not guilty that they are covered in huge wounds, that his lips are bleeding from cuts, or that there is a dark purple bruise under his eye. he can't help himself; he can't help but laugh at you, as much as he doesn't want to. your reaction to it, no matter when gets him.

your boyfriend has a knack for steering the subject as if you aren't plainly concerned about his current situation. while strolling around your room like he was looking for something (although he wasn't, he simply wants to escape the impending scolding), he says, "oh it's nothing." it's nothing your ass, then why did you come to me in the first place if it's not about treating to your wounds—you wondered in the back of your mind.

woah! i didn’t remember this shoujo manga before here. is this new to your collection?

please chifuyu, just sit down and let me—

babe, isn’t this the standee you were talking about a few days ago?

oh my god chifuyu, please.

it'll take a good amount of time to shut him up and simply follow your order to sit on your bed. his hands formed a straight line in the opposite of his face, imagining like he was being detained by the police, he would respond alright, alright repeatedly as he gently sat on the bed.

chifuyu pondered for a while, waiting for you to finish whatever you were doing at the time. however, the boy will get up again and begin to trail you around the room. he kept an eye on you as you turned to face him.

'fuyu, why are you following me around? didn’t i tell you to sit so i can take after your wounds?

what are you doing?

chifuyu acts nonchalant about your words and the fact that you're going through your medical supplies to care for him. he hasn't let down his guard in the last 15 minutes since arriving here and still kept trying to divert your attention about him, but who wouldn't notice when your partner was battered half to death by someone else?

you had had enough of his antics, so you weren't shocked. although the tough attitude isn't necessary when you know perfectly well that the boy came to you for help with his fresh wounds, it still rubs on your nerves.

once he settled in with the situation—letting his guard down—he would be seemingly quiet. silence loomed over the both of you before you dared to speak something in front of him pertaining to his current affliction.

my view looks very awful here, you know.

ouch, your words hurts a bit, babe.

but which one hurts more? my words or your wounds i’m tending right now.

your ruthless rebuke caused him to clench his teeth. now, he can't deny your planned fuss over the next few minutes because that was the first thing you spoke following that extended pause.

chifuyu was 99 percent certain that you'd go into a series of never-ending ramblings about why he got into another fight; it was a regular thing you'd do anytime he got himself hurt. as for his answer, it is usually either toman-related stuff or someone annoyed me so i gave them a solid whipping but they turned out to be stronger and giggled afterwards. regardless of how absurd his arguments may sound, you accept them anyway.

both of you would be embracing every intimate moment as you cared for him, loving each other with a huge hug and a soft peck on the forehead after you'd finished taping the bandages into his skin. not to mention the complaints he'll hear from you.

he is aware of your complaints about his injury since you were concerned about him. chifuyu is never upset; on the contrary, he allows you to chastise him on a regular basis. even if you were constantly reprimanding him, he finds it adorable and it distracts him from the pain.

maybe chifuyu gets into fights on purpose simply to see you like this.

but he wasn't seeing it today.

you didn't chastise him while tending to his bruises, which was opposite to his expectations. he wants to question you about it, but he feels as though an invisible barrier is preventing him from doing so. is she, for once, really mad at me? no, she isn't. oh, she is. she's madder than usual.

babe, can you lift up your bangs for me?

one. chifuyu was absentmindedly spacing out.

babe? chifuyu?

two. he sees you wavering your hands in front of him but still, it wasn't able to shake him off.

matsuno chifuyu.

three. it was when you addressed him by his full name that he snapped out of his gaze.

“w-wait, okay, it’s my fault, i was pissed off from bunch of other thugs saying toman was some ratty gang. i knew they intentionally made fun toman to piss me off, i couldn’t help it and—“

the words sprang out of the boy's mouth like lightning. followed by exhalation and a brief break in his speech before continuing. "im, im sorry."

with that stated, he raises his look, locks onto your eyes, but then quickly shifts his focus to the bookcase across from you. chifuyu shouted it all out of frustration—it wasn't even directed at anyone—but he felt bad for really making you upset.

a quiet moment was created yet again, but this time you cracked it with a cackle. you laughed heartily as chifuyu looked at you with skepticism. what if he was overthinking things all along? however, this does not explain your silent treatment. or is this another snarky retort since you're still upset?

his imagination wandered to another round of dramatization.

even though he's in his own brain, he can still hear you chuckling in the back of his head. he has no idea why you are laughing right now. is it possible that this is a joke? an overly analytical joke on him would be unforgivable.

why are you laughing so loudly? is there anything funny here? and aren’t you mad at me?

he heard your giggles quieten after he asked you the question that has been on his mind for a long time now. it takes a great deal of guts to speak that out loud. you thought his anxiousness had simmered down? no. waiting for your response made him even more sweaty.

but why would i be mad?

then you cradled his face in your arms, his gaze returned to you. his nose is hurting from the alcohol odor emanating from your fingertips, but what's more interesting is the extremely odd response. this wasn't on the list of 10 replies he was anticipating.

because i got into a fight, again. didn’t you say you hate me getting into one?

though happy that you were not outraged, chifuyu still hasn't grasped the reality that you were not displeased with him. the way you used to scold him, you should be infuriated with him today—but you're not. that side of you that takes care of him when he's misbehaving, he wants to see more of.

i never said i’ll hate you for that.

apart from that, i doubt that you'd listen to me anyways, even if i told you not to get into fights. everything depends on what you want to do and it's not because i care nothing about it.

“i warned you about getting yourself injured for nearly one hundred times now but,” you said as your hands slid away from his cheeks and held his calloused hands securely—holding them tightly and locked your eyes into his with deep mesmerization, “but if you happen to get into one, just remember one thing.”

“remember that i’ll wait for you, and will always be here to look after you, chifuyu. aside from that, i like it when you knock my door in the middle of the night."

after that, no words were left unsaid. the whole time, chifuyu was thinking about all the things that were pointless in the first place, thinking about all the conceivable outcomes. you provided him with reassurance and comfort after all of his contemplation.

chifuyu promptly grabbed your arm in an embrace after feeling a burning in his eye. your boyfriend whispered under his breath, "man, im so lame..." tilting his head and hiding in the crook of your neck so that you wouldn't see the tears streaming down his cheeks. "because i got myself engaged again, and lost the fight when i expected to win, i felt you were furious, simply so i could be scolded again as usual."

you happen to enforce the cuddle. comforting him once again, "you're hilarious, 'fuyu." so you'd rather have me scold you for this?” the child did not respond, instead tilting his head so you could see his face. “right? i'm such a lame-ass that i expected you to annoy me and worried when you didn't.”

“yeah, you are one. you’re my really lame delinquent. and i love you for that.”

bonus little scenario !

"still, i don't think it's fair that i lost that fight. can you image me almost winning if i just punched that fool a couple times until he pass out? that motherfucker, on the other hand, opted to call his—AAAHH" when you decided to massage more alcohol into his wounds, making them sting even more, his words were cut short.

chifuyu abruptly stopped you from polishing his skin with another cotton that was moist from the alcohol. he gave the most adorable puppy eyes which meant please don't rub it again, it hurts like crap, have mercy on me. but did it prevent you from handing it to him? no.

"AAHHH, FUCK IT HURTS SO BAD, WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?"

"you dramatic ass, you did this to yourself. i'm just treating the wounds that you got from the fight."

despite the dramatic vision of him screaming at the top of his lungs from the agony caused by the alcohol. chifuyu is still unable to shut the fuck up. really.

and you know? i went kaboom, kachaw on him! after 2 punches he went flying!

chifuyu, babe. stop moving your hands please, can you see im trying to plaster your upper arm now?

oh okay, sorry babe.

but he didn't stop the hand movements.

they went boom boom! paw paw! on me but i still managed to keep my composure and didn't—

for the love of god chifuyu, stop moving your hands or i'll pour alcohol on you again.

HEYYY! THAT'S NOT FAIR!

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