I knew his face. I had seen it before. He always had a dulled expression on; where his yellow eyes which you hoped to one day see be filled with something rather than nothing laid in an always fixed position. Yet this time it had changed. You worked for a sort of small medical practitioner, it was a 24/7 one and it brought in a lot of young yakuza members who needed quick fixes of cuts and other sorts of things.

Your uncle had owned it and since he wasn't that well with money you usually helped him out. The late night shifts and that sort of thing for a few odd reasons; but the most important reason was him. He had a way to walk in with a flirtatious little grin upon his face though the shit had been beaten out of you. He usually had a bored look upon his face, where his eyes would glass over when speaking to anyone else but you; he liked you.

The pamphlets laid in your hand, the stack rested upon your knee as they were too many just to hold in your hand alone. You fixed the plummeting pile of after hour doctors and other places. Your body slightly let forward as you crouched, staring upon the little magazine holder just in front of the reception desk, your back towards the doors.

The slapping sound before a soft shuffle off sandals made you smirk, your head snapped around in a soft smile you always gave to him. Yet the soft glimmer in your eye disappeared, you bowed profusely at the old man stumbling in as he took a seat upon one of the waiting chairs.

'Where is he?' your head turned to your chuckling uncle,

He slowly slunk from one of the rooms, his fingers adjusting his glasses ever so softly, you gave him a shrug as he called in the next patient. You went back to placing the pamphlets back upon the stand, the slither of hands wrapping around you tightly snaking softly to hold you. You gasped. You gulped, unable to feel comfortable, your head snapped to stare.

'Calm down, my Y/n.' the soft voice made you smile, the golden orbs that stared back at you and the feeling of a head resting upon your shoulder made things.

'Hanma,' you drew out,

You arched your body forward, the pamphlets slipping and causing a pile upon the floor; he moved his body away and stood up behind you as you followed in his footsteps. You stared upon your shoulder, a slight blood smudge upon it as you turned around to stare at the grinning boy.

'You know your not allowed to get physical with me.' you muttered,

Your fingers wrapped around his chin lifting it up as you stared upon all his wounds, some had dried others drizzling down slowly, some pooling into your hand. He rolled his face out of your hand, his own hand grabbing it softly kissing your fingertips, his eyes focused upon you in a matter that you couldn't help but feel flustered around someone like him.

'I'm still willing.' he smirked,

'Hanma,'

Your eyes darted towards your uncle, as you pulled away. You watched the aura change softly, Hanma followed in silence behind your uncle. You finished the pamphlets and almost had a chance to sit down.

'Y/n?' you turned your head towards him, 'Go sort your boyfriend out. He won't let me do anything to help him.'

Your cheeks bright, you pulled the spare stethoscope and wrapped it around your neck. You wandered into the room staring upon Hanma who had taken upon himself to snoop through the drawers. He hadn't noticed you, your hand wrapped around his body shutting the drawer behind him slowly.

'Get on the bed, you moron.' you smirked,

You watched him do as you pleased, the cut on his jaw needed stitches, the rest simple wash out and bandages. Your uncle came back and stared upon a more willing Hanma as he began work upon the stitches.

'Sometimes I wonder if you honestly injure yourself just to see me.'

You listened to his sort stiffles of air, he liked the thrill yet pain of course wasn't his strongest suit. You held his hand smirking at him, almost rolling your eyes at him though you would probably be worse in his situation be honest with yourself. He watched your uncle when he wasn't staring at you, guess he still struggled to trust him after all these months.

'Hanma I don't need to tell you the care instructions do I?' You uncle chuckled,

He wandered out giving you specific instructions to bandage the rest of his dried wounds and clean the cut just above his eyebrow where it had drizzled down running around his eye. You sighed and began to work on him, a few needed just small bandaids, others needed large plasters.

'So do I get a happy ending or what?'

Your face went bright, your eyes grew two sizes larger darting back and forth from meeting his eyes and back towards working on his wounds. You lip quivered in embarrassment, as you placed weight against the area around his wound hearing him fake yelp still with a smile upon his face.

'No, you're lucky you even get good help still,' you smirked,

'What about a kiss?'

There was a soft silence creeping over, you looked at him and placed the rubbish of the plasters down upon the bed, thoughts going back and forth until you crept forward. You moved in and your eyes pinched shut, it was only for a moment your lips were connected, it was soft and sweet. You pulled away a few seconds after, seeing his eyes softly flutter open as you did. You knew he wanted to kiss a little longer, you could see it printed all along his face especially against his light coloured pink cheeks.

'Are you happy?'

He gave you a shrug, yet you watched his eyes dance around almost as if he was going to pass out due to the rush of blood hitting his head and the frantic giddiness you could see upon his face. He gave a simple nod, his hand slipped and fell into yours, though mostly separated by the rubbish that still laid bare in your hand.

You pulled him back into the reception room, 'Can you keep unhurt for a little while?'

You watched him grin, his arms upon your waist as you eyed each other off, his head tilted to the side, 'But I want to see you and only you.' he sighed,

In your spare hand you gently slapped his face, nothing that would leave a mark or even try to do so, 'You can just come in you know, you don't have to get hurt.'

'Where's the fun in that?' he questioned,

You rolled your eyes and sat behind the reception, he was leant forward, pressed against the desk, smiling fondly at you. He spoke to you about getting hurt everyday so he could see you all the time, you were annoyed and pissed off, he wouldn't get the clue. You rather not have him all bruised and battered, you pulled one of the sticky notes off and scribbled a few numbers down upon it.

'Just ask me on a date it will be much easier.' you sighed,

Handing him the note he gripped it tight as if his life depended upon it. His cheeks a noticeable shade of red that he hid when he stared off upon uncertainty.

'You sure you want to trust me to take you on a date?'

Your face plastered with a smile, you tried to calm your nerves down especially the new self confidence which you were beginning to feel like it was perhaps a mistake. You shrugged, and smiled at him.

'Then it's a date,' You heard him chuckle, watching him beam as he left.

Yet he didn't leave without finally bugging you, you planted a kiss upon his cheek almost reluctantly as you needed to get back to the busy work left by multiple customers who still needed help before he decided to leave blowing a soft kiss with an equal grin on his face that made you smile when he finally left.