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Tan man

"Damn, Sharky, you're too fast." You complained to your best friend. The tan man laughed as he swung his sword around.

"Aw, is little N/n pooped out?" You growled and went in for an attack. Your sword's black, leather-clad hilt started to glow in a white color. The edge of the blade blazed in white flames. The tips of your hair started to match the flames, as well as your bangs.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, N/n, I already know what you're going to do next." Right when you slashed your sword to his abdomen, he jumped up onto it and ran towards you. Your power wavered from the unexpected weight.

"W-what?" Suddenly, you felt metal jab into your stomach, blood rushing out. Sharrkan immediate pulled out his weapon in shock. He tossed his sword to the grass and put his hands on the wound.

"Shit! Hey, Y/n, you're still there, right? Don't close your eyes! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you! Please, forgive me! Masrur! Yamuraiha! Help!" That was all you could make out before an overpowering darkness took over.

~ timeskip ~

Your eyes fluttered open as the sunlight weaved through the blinds. Pain over took your midriff, causing you to wince in discomfort.

"D-damn, how the hell did this happen- wait, oh yeah." You looked around the clinic, only to see a lump of lamb-cotton white hair. His back rose up and down with his steady breathing. You raked your hands through his soft locks, making him stir. He lifted his head up, revealing the cutest look of confusion on his face.

"Huh? What's going on? Wait, Y/n? Y/n! You're awake! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!" The swordsman started to ramble on. You listened to him patiently.

"I'm sorry! I live you, I never meant to hurt you!" Sharrkan leaned forward and grabbed your face. He started to kiss your face. First your forehead, then your nose, eyelids, cheeks, chin, ears, everything he could possibly kiss without hurting you. Finally, he stopped in front of your lips and looked up into your e/c hues, as if to ask for permission. You gave him a small nod, letting him know that the feelings were mutual. His lips crashed onto you, desperate for your love.

"I love you too, Sharky."

If it weren't for your wound, you wouldn't have had a wonderful man like Sharrkan as your lover.