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Started February 22, 2020 by @Celeste_X0X0_ group

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Sire completely stopped his motion, staring at her hand calmly as she held it for longer than he had expected. He showed no emotion from it, but on his other arm, a small blade slid out. It was only a slight bit noticeable, but didn’t bleed.
His heart beat faster, and he took a large breath, however his face stayed the same. He didn’t move. Didn’t drop his hand. Just stood, as if he was still helping her up.
His face grew red as he stared at their hands. It hadn’t even sunken in for him yet, he was just confused. Hers was cold, so he was happy to help in… he guessed, the way he could.
“We should—” he mumbled, glancing behind him at the clock. “Go.”
His eyes glanced back to hers, noting the beautiful stormy yet innocent eyes.

She held it for a few seconds as he took it all in. She held in a small laugh, wanting to hold it longer just to be mischievous. She noticed the blade on his one arm, though she tried her best not to say anything.
A small smile and an innocent expression on her doll like face she held it as she looked up at him as if she didnt know what she was doing was… not normal. Though in reality, she didnt really know that he might not like it. No, she was totally spacing out, thinking about something else. Her hair fell out of the way of her blind eye, the blue tint compared to the more grey tint stood out more now.
She was thinking about the combat class and embarrassing herself one more time just like she did every single day. She was sure thats where he recognized her. She was basically the unintentional class clown, screwing everything up. Tripping on the vines she created, being extra careful not to hurt anyone then getting yelled at by her teacher because that was technically the point of the class.
And since she was always paired up with someone to fight and they didnt care about her much or hurting anyone, though assuming she would fight back she would always get pummeled to the ground.
Surely thats where he recognized her and she was now….infinitely embarrassed.
When he spoke though, her eyes refocused onto the boy holding her hand. She quickly pulled her hand up to her chest apologetically. “Oh..I’m so sorry. I- uh- I’m just a bit cold” she lied. Well technically she didn't lie. She was cold, but that wasn’t the reason she held on. But also, a part of her wanted to keep on holding his hand and by her eyes (well eye actually) looking at his hand instead of his eye, you could tell she wanted to.
“Yeah…” she squeaked softly with a small nod “lets go..” she says that even though she didn’t move.

Sire carefully eyed the girl, the blade sinking slowly back into his skin.
“Do you need a… jacket?” he asked softly. He gestured to his own, his hand reaching to the bottom of it.

He was sure now, her looking up at him, that he had seen her in combats class. She was the one who always offered to heal the participants after. Or, at least, that’s what he thought when she was talking to the students. He had always left beforehand, many times carried out on a stretcher, which he wasn’t proud of. Losing blood was something he did often. Really, he injured himself more than other people injured him, but he still considered himself a decent fighter.
Recently, he had been “not following the rules of his powers.” He was only supposed to generate blades through his gauntlets, but everything he needed to do to catch his opponent off-guard said otherwise. He needed a suit, just didn’t have enough money or time to build it. So he figured he’d just get to be a senior, where the school began to supply custom suites. He couldn’t wait.
Still, suites weren’t allowed in spars. Neither were his gauntlets. No support.
The school figured it’d be good for the students’ powers. Unfortunate for him, there were no exceptions.

She looked at his jacket, debating whether to take his offer. It reminded her of a cute moment in one of the dramas she's watched. "that would…. Help" she nodded shyly. Utterly exhausted by everything she's done.
"dont hold his hand. He was just being a gentleman." she mentally noted.
Readjusting her bag on her shoulder, she took a step forward, gesturing to leave before the bell rang. Though she was a bit too late and the loud bell rang throughout the halls and the rooms of the huge school. She winced a bit at the loud noise before looking around. Hopefully the librarian hadn't seen her skipping class. Oh how was she going to explain this to her teachers

With that, Sire slipped off his black hoodie, revealing just a light yellow colored t-shirt under.
And… he realized his mistake.
His tan arms were absolutely covered in scars. His shirt was torn in many places, as was the inside of his jacket. Though, he had forgotten all about all of that. The girl had said she was cold, he had handed over his jacket. It was that simple, yet he had defied all laws he usually set for himself. Never show people your scars. Never show them what your power does to you. They’ll think you’re weak.
His eyes grew slightly wider as he looked down at himself, his sweatshirt hanging limp in one of his hands. His arms were littered loosely with those small white slashes, some of them still pink, and more recent ones just scabbed over. His left arm was wrapped in a bandage from his shoulder to the bottom of his elbow, the ends slightly frayed.

He held out the limp hoodie. It was warm, and smelled like he did, obviously. His eyes darted, and before the girl could take it, he layed it on the back of the chair. He turned quickly, beginning to walk out and shoving his hands into his jean pockets.
“We should go,” he said, his voice only a slight bit harsher.

She stood there looking at all of his scars with wide eyes. She thought scars were actually really pretty, but it pained her to know that they had caused him pain in order to have those. She felt had as she could tell he didn't like showing them. But before she could refuse, he set it on the chair and walked away with a harsh tone that made her flinch. Something she was used to.

Well she couldn't just reject it now. So she dropped her bag on the chair and hurriedly pulled the hoodie over her tiny body. The sunflower scented hoodie totally engulfed her and she rushed to grab her bags. She running up to him to catch up, the arms of the hoodie flailed back and forth as they were too long for her arms, the hem reaching down to just slightly above her skirt. "thank you. I really appreciate it Sire" she smiled at him, genuinely appreciative. She didn't want him to feel bad, not did she want him to get mad at her. Hopefully keeping a bubbly tone and a good attitude would to the trick.

“Yeah,” he said, his eyes wandering as they walked out of the library. “Anytime.”
He held his gauntlets between his side and his un-bandaged arm, his book right alongside it. The brisk morning air caused his skin to tingle at the sudden change in temperature. His eyes looked back and forth, and his ears were filled with the sounds of the voices in the courtyard. He held the door open with his foot for Seo Hyeon, keeping his eyes from her.

Sire closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He was still bleeding slightly on his arm, as well as his hand. However, he didn’t mind. He could barely feel it anymore.
What he was more worried about was his scars. He was almost never seen without a long-sleeve shirt, except when it was combat class, and he had accidentally ripped one off. He was certainly not accounting for meeting CC today.
He propped the door open, continuing to walk to the arena at the far side of campus. He glanced beside himself occasionally, to see if the girl was still following.

With a number of other students, he entered the arena. A large group was standing out front, and when Sire and Seo Hyeon had arrived, the teacher had opened the doors.

She followed him silently, not wanting to say the wrong thing and make him mad or annoyed. She found herself enjoying the smell of the hoodie a little more than she would have liked to let on as she walked alongside him. Hopefully she wouldn't embarrass herself this time today… Right?
That's what she told herself every time she walked through those door and every single time she embarrassed herself so much so that she's used to it now. But it still wasn't fun. Especially with a new friend, she really didn't want to make a fool of herself.
Walking through the doorway to the big arena where students were gathered and talking amongst eachother before they paired together to fight. The students were rated and put into certain tiers for how good they were, getting assigned to someone else equal to them so it would be a little fair. Due to her powers actually able dangerous if she wanted to without even really trying, she was put into more middle class. But she never fought like she was. She would always give herself an E for effort even though this was the class she was failing at, exceeding in all of the classes. She looked up to Sire nervously fidgeting with her thumbs. She didn't want to be separated, but she didn't really have a choice.
Turning to him she tugged on the hem of his shirt ringer his attention "would you like this back? I don't want to ruin it" she asked, though already taking it off. As she lifted it up over her, messing up her soft hair and pulling up the bottom of her sweater, showing her pale tummy just a little bit before she straightened it out. Half of her wanted to keep it but the other have felt bad. She wasn't about to let him be out of his comfort zone this whole time. And it was obvious he was.

Sire stayed quieter as he watched her move, seeing as it was already too late to stope her from taking the sweatshirt off.
“It would get more ruined with me anyway,” he said quietly. “You can keep—“
“SIRE!” a voice yelled, interrupting him. Sire knew exactly who it was before the person even came into view. Aryan.
Sire turned around slowly, just his head, so he was still facing CC. Sure enough, a boy slightly older walked up, a horrid grin stretched across his face. His hair was spiked up, the dark auburn color complementing his olive skin. Resting on the boy’s forearms and back were slight transparent shield-like structures, stretching from his wrist to the top of his elbow. When he stuck them together, they could cover the entire top half of his person.
“Today. You and me. Up for that?” the boy asked.
Sire kept his body facing away, just his piercing eyes locked on the other person.
“Sure,” he said after a moment, though his voice was rough.
Aryan nodded, his smile still there. He put a shielded hand on Sire’s shoulder.
“Looking forward to it,” he said harshly. Sire just politely nodded, and the boy was off.
Since Sire and Aryan were at the top of the bracket, they would be fighting last. That meant Sire had time to strategize.
And oh boy, how much he loved to do that.

(sorry it’s a lil short)

(0~o thats short? Do i need to make mind longer??)

She held in a small smile when she thought she heard him say “you can keep it” but since technically she didn't talk to him about it first and he was interrupted by someone, she couldn’t take it. Maybe some other time. When they’re closer. If they get closer. And man she hoped they would.
Once he left she turned to him and noticed his glare “you okay?” She asked tilting her head a little, letting her hair fall off of her shoulder and a flower landing on the ground, falling from her hair.
“He didnt seem very nice. Or pleasant” she stuck out her lips in a pouty way before going back to him. “Wanna stick together until we have to fight?” She offered, not really wanting to leave his side. She felt a little connection and she wouldn't admit, but a bit attached to him. But she didnt let that cloud her judgment. She technically didn't even know this guy. She just met him today. She wasn’t about to fall in love or something would she!? Well that was up to her heart pounding in her chest to decide, not her.

“I don't really have any other friends anyway, but its perfectly fine if you dont want to” she shrugged, twirling a daisy in between her fingers as she swayed back and forth like a little girl waiting to show her mom what she found in the park.

(No you don’t I just didn’t know if I set it up enough lol)

Sire nodded, though his eyes and mind were elsewhere.
“His name is Aryan,” he said, not answering her first question but beginning to walk, gesturing for her to follow.
“He thinks that he can beat me just solely because of his abilities,” he continued. “His plan is to wait until I hurt myself enough, and then he’ll start fighting.”
Sire shook his head, walking through the open arena doors and glancing back to see if CC followed. After inside, he took a seat on the ground, his back pressed against the wall. Students were spaced out across the rim of the arena, as two took their places in the middle. Mr. Mura, the teacher, stood between them, setting the rules for the game.
The matches usually started with the lower brackets and built up. This, Sire was thankful for. It gave him time to think. Something he desperately needed to do.

An opponent like Aryan wouldn’t be difficult. He would just have to get in closer. However, attacking from behind wasn’t an option. But… how much damage would it do for a blade to his his shield? Would I matter? Or was it like Sire’s blade situation, where it didn’t hurt if the extension broke? No, no, there had to be a way to get passed the shields. Going for the legs first with a fake-out perhaps. He shook his head solemnly to himself, realizing he had been spacing out completely.

She sat down right beside him, a bit focused too much on fixing her outfit. She was a bit nervous fighting in this since she wasnt allowed to change. She would just have to be careful, he leggings only with up to her mid thigh. Her sweatshirt was a bit baggy too, but that only made her look smaller than she was. Though she was already pretty small.
Looking over to Sire spacing out over who knows what, she leaned forward, her hair touching the ground before she could pick it up she smiled at him. “Oh you’ll do great.” She says confidently.
She was a totally different story. She sucked at strategizing and fighting. She was good at close combat, but using her powers was a completely other thing.
Then an idea popped into her head. Not a very good one, but an idea.
Maybe some sort of wall as a distraction to move closer to her enemy and she could easily take them down with using her small body to her advantage and her skills she used with her brother.
But she assumed anyone would be smarter than that to fall for that. But it was worth a try.
She turned, trying to distract herself from her wondering thoughts, she grew a four leafed clover, every small petal the shape of a perfect little heart and handed it to Sire. “For good luck” she held a thumbs up to him, not wanting him to be nervous. Though she couldn’t read his thoughts, so there was no way to really tell if he was nervous or not. But just in case.

(Sorry its shorter than i usually do. I’m supposed to be doing school work right now XD)

(Aa same here XD)

Sire kept the same expression, but looked a slight bit more surprised. He took the clover from her hands, then suddenly remembered the flower in his hair.
Shoot, he had forgotten about it. His hand flew to the side of his head, where it still sat strong. He let out a sigh and took it off, setting it gingerly on the ground beside him, along with the clover.
“Thank you,” he said, though his voice was a bit distant. His eyes were trained one the people in the stadium, already beginning to spar. The first matches were over in a matter of minutes, due to either forfeits or mistakes.
Sire didn’t look down on the lower classes. In fact, he liked their persistence. They were careful and calculating, finding any way they could to utilize their situation. Sire respected it. Although some may not be born with “great” powers, they practiced to make the most of them.
Soon, the fighting in the middle class started. From what Sire knew, Seo Hyeon was in that estate.
“Good luck to you, too,” he said, his voice much softer now. He realized he had been mumbling to himself the past couple minutes about his strategies and grit his teeth slightly.
“I don’t have a clover to give,” he mumbled. “But you’ll do great.”
His voice was low, and if it wasn’t coming from him, it would have seemed untruthful. But that was just Sire. He wasn’t the best at compliments or building other people up. Though he tried his best.

She looked away nervously when she heard his distant words, a bit distracted she assumed. She came to the conclusion he enjoyed her company… hopefully.
Yeah, she was still deciding on this, but it was fine. She‘ll get there. Eventually.

“Oh, thats fine. I don't need a clover. Ive got a strategy!” She says excitedly with a smile, confident in herself. Though it was clear to see she wasn't doing to well believing in herself. (USE THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP)
“But thank you” she says as she stood, her name being called from the loud voice. “Seo…. Hon? Seo Hyeon Youn” the voice finally got it right, though you could hear him say “did i get it right this time?”
She only laughed, a laugh showing that she was definitely used to it. It didn't bother her anymore.
“ And Avery Casoe” he called out.
“Well, here goes nothin” she says with a nervous little smile.
Soon she bubbled on up to the center stood a much taller more scarier girl with pitch black hair, shaved on the side with piercings galore. She looked up to her with wide eyes making an OoO with her face as she did. She looked powerful enough to pummel the small girl to the ground. And Seo Hyeon, wasnt going to lie. She was a bit scared.
“You may begin” the voice boomed, and the girl held her stance. The white haired girl pulled her hair up in a ponytail quickly before whipping out a pretty lily. “I’m Seo Hyeon. Nice to meet you” she smiled sweetly as she held the flower out to the girl. She arched a brow and scoffed. “How pitiful” she says reaching to snatch the flower out of her hand with plans to smash it, crushing this useless girls peppiness. But as the girls skin came in contact with the flower she pulled up the sleeve of her sweater revealing her pale arm, green vines stretching out and engulfing her hand, turning to hard wood, she bent down, forcing the girls arm down with it to the ground as roots blinded her hand to the ground. Quickly the girls arm encased in wood turned to rock, quickly breaking the wood. “Oh, so this is why you were paired with me.” Seo Hyeon nodded, acting as if she didnt care. A more condescending tactic she used to get them to where she wanted. Though she had to play it smart with the boys, because if they got mad enough they were pretty scary and she would shut down.
But with the girls, she couldn’t care less. But she might get her hair pulled a bit in this.
She stepped to the side as well as Avery did. “Ah, you crushed your flower….” she says looking down at the ground but the girl didn't glance over. As she expected. Soon a wall of vines from behind the tall girl burst up from a tiny piece of wood that had cracked and splattered over there due to her rocky ability. It was a little disturbing to see her flesh morph into rock, but she tried to ignore that.
Any living plant or residue of life within the past 12 hours she could use as a weapon, growing things out of it as well as her arms. And thats what she did. It was a shame they would clean it all up and dump it out. It was quite pretty, the vibrant green braided with flowers and leaves raining down piling on the floor. It was a bit straining for her to do, but she was able to keep it. She hated making things that big, but it certainly got her attention. Any smart person would pay attention to that. So quickly as Avery looked behind her, she slipped to the other side and quickly slid down, hooking her ankles and making her fall to the ground. Using the girls height to her advantage, CC had better balance than taller people did. The girls skin hardened then that didnt do a think as she fell, it only reduced the pain of hitting the hard surface of the floor. A wooden stake grew from the girls hand as she forcefully held her there, her hand in between her shoulder blade knelt to the ground, her elbow pressed against the hard floor so if she were to move she would break her arm. Her hair fell out of her ponytail around her along with the flower petals falling from the receding vines.
With so much shock and not being able to fight much, Avery was down to the ground and if she moved she wold get seriously injured. Therefor declaring Seo Hyeon the winner of this small match.
Though quickly she stood, helping the girl stand. “Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry. Are you alright? Here, let me heal you. Did you get hurt? I know there were probably some thorns in those vines.” She reached out a hand to the girl only to get smacked away. “Make sure to pick up your flower” she says with a bit a remorse. Maybe she shouldn’t have tried that strategy and done what she always did. But she wanted to try her best today and show everyone that she could do cool things and that she wasn't a little wimp.
She wasn't a wimp right? She just didn't want to hurt anyone.

(Ahhh sorry. I’m smacked with homework XD also gore warning~ a bit)

Sire wasn’t normally one to watch the matches, but Seo Hyeon’s sudden change in character intrigued him.
He watched in awe as the girl utilized what she had. His facial expression stayed the exact same, but his heart beat faster and faster with each passing moment.
And with that battle, it wrapped up the last of the middle class. Sire took a deep breath, pushing himself from his position and walking up to the arena’s stadium. His eyes— no— his whole body was calm and collected. Even his heart. He knew Aryan wasn’t something he couldn’t handle. In fact, that fiery aura of his would be his demise. Or so Sire thought.
The burgundy-haired man stalked up to his position, practically marching. He took his stance, grinning, right in front of Sire.
The professor didn’t even call names, just walked over to help Avery and Seo Hyeon from the last fight.
Then, Sire did something he didn’t even expect. He turned his gaze to CC, giving the girl a smile. It was unusual and looked like he had forgotten how, but it held a certain sense like he was trying to say, “good job.” It disappeared as soon as it came, and his eyes were back, trained on the boy in front of him.
Suddenly, a whistle blew off to Sire’s side. Instantly, Aryan flexed his entire body, his shields growing even larger. He pounded them into the ground, covering his legs as well as his back, only leaving his head exposed. Aryan knew that Sire thought headshots were cheap, and refrained from using them. Though, Sire just stood there.
“Swords versus shields,” he mumbled softly. “Okay.”
In an instant, Sire shot over to the boy’s side. From the kicked up ground, Sire stomped his foot as hard as he could, upturning even more of the floor. All in one fluid motion, a blade shot through the bottom of his foot, curling up through the ground, under Aryan’s shield, and catching him off guard. Aryan staggered to the side, but kept the same demeanor, grinning like the maniac Sire thought he was.
Sire narrowed his eyes and ran full speed toward the other boy. Blood soaked through the hole in his shoe, but he didn’t care.
Aryan clasped his two shields together, covering his entire front half as Sire sped. However, his drive was different. Upon approach, Sire kicked off of the front of the shield, almost running up the side. Now above, he shot out duel blades from either hand, blood pouring down. They latched on to either shield, and Sire gave a forceful tug. They wrested from the earth, and Aryan was caught off balance, falling over. He rolled, regaining himself quickly but still off-guard. Wasting no time, Sire landed closely and bowed low, sweeping out a bladed leg. Aryan easily deflected it, launching himself forward and taking hold of Sire. The two fell ungracefully to the dusted floor, rolling slightly before Aryan stuck the sharper edges into the ground, coming out on top.
He lifted a fist, cocking it back before he suddenly stopped. His expression looked extremely pained, and he let out a cough, his own blood dripping slowly onto Sire’s chest. Sire, from beneath, had a blade sticking from his chest into the other boy’s, both of them bleeding profusely.
And with the professor’s hasty call, the match had ended.

(Btw, i love gore, so go into as little or as much detail as you want <3)

Seo Hyeon tried to talk to Avery afterwards, but the girl ended up cussing her out and walking away. Appearently she was usually like this according to a random girl apologizing for her friend.
She turned to Sire with two thumbs up and watched as he approached his opponent.
They both looked incredibly strong and she was nervous for the match though sure Sire was going to win. But what she didnt expect was for Sire to turn around and smile at her.
As he smiled his cute little awkward smile her heart fluttered before absolutely melting, and her smile and eyes grew wider and brighter than anyone had ever seen them. Yep, she was sure he was going to win! Right?

She turned to her friend, only to remember she didnt actually have any other friends to smile and giggle with. Man, she needed some girlfriends. She couldn’t talk to a guy about all of her problems, vent to him and talk to him about boys. Though the only guy that was in her life was Sire himself.
That was her next mission she decided. Get a girlfriend…
But for now she stood at the edge with wide eyes, biting the tip of her thumb nail nervously, her light eyebrows furrowed together as she watched. This was next level fighting right here. She never watched them since she was always too focused on saying sorry to everyone yelling at her then hiding in the bathroom. This time was different. And this time she was proud of herself! She was sure she wouldnt be able to do that again.

Once she witnessed the two boys on top of eachother, bleeding all over her heart raced and pounded in her ears. We’re both of them okay? What happened? Who won? Why’d he stop?
She wanted to run up to him and try to heal him, but with not being allowed in the arena she didnt dare take a step, being the goodie two shoes she was.
“Oh golly gee… please be alright” she says to herself, waiting for her to be allowed to walk up to him.

The boys were still for just a moment, before Sire’s arm twitched slightly. He retracted the blade slowly, Aryan falling down with it. The stadium was silent as Sire pushed Aryan from his body, letting out a small huff. He positioned himself over the other boy, Aryan’s shields growing a bit smaller.
Sire looked to Mr. Mura for the next instructions, but the teacher was already ready with the stretcher. Sire, gravely injured, still insisted on helping Mura hoist the boy from the ground to the portable cot.
“So sorry, Mr. Mura,” Sire coughed, wincing a bit as he did. His shirt was stained and torn in numerous places, and much of the blood was his own.
“Don’t worry about it, kid,” the professor replied. “Aryan’ll be fine. Worry about yourself for now.”
The teacher’s eyes took their attention from Sire for a moment, scanning the silent arena. His eyes finally rested upon CC, who looked eager to help.
“Seo Hyeon,” he called, barking out the orders. “Mind accompanying Sire to the medical office? Aryan’s in critical condition, I gotta take him to the emergency room.”
He continued to give orders to other students, telling them to join other classes while Aryan was dealt with. Sire looked extremely guilty, standing there with all of his weight on one foot, the other still bleeding. He held the both of his forearms in front of him, the sanguine fluid spurting between his fingers. The same dark red splotch grew on his chest by the second, but looked much less lethal than Aryan’s. He watched sorrowfully was the boy was carried off by other assistants.
Always.
This always happened.
The thing was, Sire had no clue how to ever win matches without giving lethal blows. He saw openings and he took them. He had stuck blinders on at the beginning, and had no clue how to take them off.
He limped over, wincing each time his foot hit the ground. His body looked extremely painful, but he kept his face as calm as before.
He finally looked up at Seo Hyeon, seeing her shocked expression and giving the smallest nod. He had to resist every urge not to just fall into her arms. She seemed like she would be… refreshing. Happy. A nice escape from the pain he was in.
Instead, he stood as straight as he could, trying to be as strong as ever.

(This is gonna be decently short since I’m like half asleep and i need to go to bed, sorry)

Seo Hyeon looked up at him before rushing to his side, her hand already on his chest, slowly healing it as she spoke. “Hey, are you alright?” She helped him walk to the office. She went there a lot so she knew exactly where to go.
His blood on her hand was warm against his fast heartbeat, it would almost be comforting if they weren’t in the situation they were in at the moment. She liked being this close to him though. She was thankful that he wasn't too much taller than him. She would have fallen down a few times before they made it. Though she wasn't very strong, she was trying her best to help. About halfway down the hall, they turned the corner to the medical office. Once they were in, it smelled of hand sanitizer and a bit of what a doctors office smelled like. Which she had been to a ton of those when she was little. Whenever she came in she would get nostalgic.
“Okay um” her face turned red as she thought about what would need to happen. Shes stopped the immense bleeding in his chest, but she couldn’t do almost anything through that shirt of his.
Should she ask him to take it off? No, thats scandalous! But she did need to help him.
She forced herself to grow some confidence and ask him. “I’m sorry about this but… could you slip your… uh..shirt off? I mean” she blushed looking away. “You’re pretty exhausted though so its fine if you cant. But i don't think you would want it cut down the middle to open. But i need to stop the blood” she mumbled to herself not really talking directly to him anymore.
“Uh, do whatever you would like. If you don't feel comfortable with that i can always TRY to heal through the shirt. But there’s about a 27 percent chance that it’ll work” she says trying to distract herself by rummaging through the cabinets for cotton and rubbing alcohol.

(Totally fine lol— I should be sleeping too XD)

Sire mumbled something vaguely inaudible, stumbling onto the hard cot the nurse kept there for patients. For all Sire knew, that’s where the nurse was now— with Aryan. That left Sire and Seo Hyeon with the office to themselves.
There was no position Sire could sit in that didn’t hurt him, but he tried his best. His face was still calm, as he gingerly took his shirt off. He wasn’t a cut guy. In fact he was decently skinny, however since he continued to brace himself through the pain, his muscles looked more defined than they normally were. Which wasn’t much, but at least the slightest bit visible.
The wrap on his arm had been completely destroyed, the white of it blotched with crimson and dirt. He took it off gently, however the cut across his hand caused a bit of trouble. He managed to do it, discarding of the bandage beside him. He may need new ones, but honestly right now what he was concerned about was stopping the bleeding.
Sire kept oddly calm and clueless in these kinds of situations. He looked up at CC, his eyes much kinder than they had been before. Before she turned around, his eyes flitted back down, and he began to take off his shoe, also rolling up his pant leg. He cursed himself internally for generating this many blades without some kind of assistant. And he had gone past his limit— which absolutely sucked. It just tore the skin more. He was starting to realize why he actually went to this school. His power had a lot of downfalls.
“S-sorry,” he said quietly through a cough. “That y-you have to do this.”

_{(this one’s a lil short too, sorry)}

(I'll post one, possibly two more times before I go to bed XD)

The girl turned around to his soft voice, her small arms filled with supplies which she instantly dropped at the sight of the shirtless boy laying down in front of her. Pale face turned visibly red as she averted her eyes. It was obvious to anyone who looked at her that she was beyond flustered and it was obvious as she why. She quickly knelt to the ground "oh golly gee goodness" she says to herself as she picked up everything. Setting them on the table beside the bed then looking back to his face. How was she supposed to do this if she couldn't even look at him.
It was fine, all she had to do was place her hand on the wound after disinfecting it. Oh, she had to touch his bare chest!?
"chill. You're being too dramatic" she mentally scolded herself.

"it… It's fine" she got out the rubbing alcohol. "I'm glad I can help any way I can really. And I'm glad I can help you" she smiled as she soaked a cotton ball and wiping away the access blood around his wound. It wasn't going to hurt until later.
As she dabbed the blood around the wound, throwing one cotton ball away in the trash after another, it was a slow process but one she found most effective than a rag.
Her eyes strayed from his chest to his abs. They were more refined than she had though. Having to refrain herself with all the self control she had not to feel them, she went to his arms, wiping off any access blood.

Sire winced any time she touched him, but tried to contain himself as best he could. He could barely even clench onto the side of the bed with his hands… due to the deep cuts within the palms. So he simply grit his teeth, cursing internally.
“T-Then thank you,” he said, his voice shaky. He tried his best to keep it as steady as he could, but it was difficult. He couldn’t pay attention. Couldn’t keep his eyes locked on anything. Not even CC. His breathing was uneven, too. The only thing he could think about was Aryan. He hadn’t wanted to hurt the other boy that bad. That was just the only way he had seen himself winning.
Not… not even that. It had just happened. Sire questioned if he had even done it himself, or if his powers had made his decisions.
He shook his head, trying in his best effort to rid himself of the thoughts.
“Is there a-anything I can do to help y-you?” he asked, sitting up sightly. He hated the feeling of helplessness. Even more so than anything else. He didn’t like when people helped him, nor when he couldn’t help them back.
He cocked his head up at Seo Hyeon, his eyes not necessarily focusing on her own, but at least in the general area.

He tried to lift his hand, but it didn’t work. He tried to keep his eyes open, to no avail. His body completely shut down, resulting in him laying slowly back down and his world overturning in black. Maybe it was the blood loss, or exhaustion, or most likely a combination of them both. He was tired. Sleep didn’t seem like a bad idea.

She smiled gently at him as she stopped dabbing the blood away. "no problem. It's fine really" she turned back to the stand with all of the supplies, those soft hospital paper towels she dabbed onto his wound wincing herself at the pain he might feel to this. But soon she was done and the wound was disinfected. Usually she could simply heal it like a cut, but the fact that her powers weren't that great and all, she didn't know how to use them to her full extent. So any wound like this or bigger she had to go through this long procedure before healing it.
"Dont move though. It'll strain your body even more than you already have. But hey, you did good out there. You were really cool" she smiled, trying to make light of the situation. Not sure if she was doing it correctly.
After a few seconds she realized he was dozing off. "Sire. Don't fall asleep okay? It's dangerous." she says, slowly focusing her powers at her finger tips so it didn't spread for the maximum healing. It didn't do much since her powers weren't developed much, as anyone could see whenever she fought even tidal. But it helped.
"did you hit your head? I don't think I saw you hit your head, but I just want to make sure" even if he didn't, she wasn't about to take any chances. She tried to make conversation to keep him awake but she didn't know if that would work for him. He's lost a decent amount of blood. But definitely not a dangerous to his life amount. He would have had to been in a pool of blood for that to happen.
While she talked to him, ticking her tongue every few seconds to keep him awake. She did it with her mother whenever she would take care of her, so it had become a habit of hers. And it actually helped. Rhythm helped basically reset the brain and calm it, so slower patterns were the best for injured or anxious people. (I actually do it quite a bit lol) all of his other cuts weren't as bad as the ones in his chest so she sealed those up, though getting awfully sleepy herself with all of this healing following her battle. Making those vines like that had already taken a toll on her. Hopefully it didn't show. She could just lay in the bed and fall asleep forever.
She wasn't going to be absent keep on healing, so she was glad he was the only one she needed to heal.

Sire mumbled multiple times, as if he was trying to formulate sentences but perhaps it wasn’t working too well. He gave a small cough, but it felt much better than it had before. Seo Hyeon was a miracle worker.
“I didn’t hit my head,” he grumbled. “And most of my injuries are from… myself.”
He coughed out a laugh, his face twisting in pain a bit but keeping its composure.
“Sorry about this,” he mumbled softly, watching her work. By now, he felt much better. All of the wounds were practically closed, except for the one on his chest.
“You look tired,” he said, the silence of the room creeping within his words. “We can just wrap the rest. It’ll heal on its own.”
His eyes gazed, glazed over, to different parts of the room. He had been here too many times to count. All on his own account. All mostly by accident.
He hated that his power did this to him, but he loved what he could do. His blades were useful. And he could use them very well. The only terrible part was this— the repercussions.
He winced as he pushed himself to a sitting position, eyeing his torn shirt draped over a chair on the other side.
There goes another, he thought to himself. His eyes quickly gazed down to his hands. The deep scars on his palms looked painful, but they were numb by now. He may have to wrap those, too, even with CC’s help.
He looked up to the girl, giving a sort of an apologetic look. He looked almost as tired as her, but held himself higher. She needed rest, so he needed to be fine. For her sake, at least.

“You did very well,” he said, though his words were awkward and didn’t necessarily flow well. He wasn’t the best at giving praise. “I’ve never seen you fight like that. It was enjoyable to watch.”
Quickly, Sire adverted his eyes, looking off just slightly pessimistically.

She tried her best to understand what he was saying beneath the mumbling, though simply laughing thinking it was kind of cute. Even though he said he didn’t hit his head, she made sure he didn't fall asleep. She still needed to check his pupil if they were alright too.
“No, its fine. Really. I’m glad i can help you” she smiled, grabbing his hand and looking at the cuts with a furrowed brow, biting her lip a little before placing her other hand on top of it. A slight tingling sensation went through her hands every time she healed someone. Whenever she healed herself the wound would always sting a little and the pulse more prominent in that spot as blood had to be pumped there more than anywhere else so it could clot up and scab over.
When he said she looked tired she only smiled, “man, do i look that bad?” She asked half jokingly. She was rather tired, but she didn't really want to be told she looked it.
“Its fine. Ill heal as much as possibly. Though once I’m done with the others you will need to sit up so i can wrap your chest” she blushed and paused for a second. “If thats alright of course”.
It was basically her job and she did need to wrap him whether he wanted it or not. It was for safety and health. But she definitely didn't want to invade her new friends space bubble. Though with all of this healing she was doing with him, she didn't think there was a space bubble that hadn’t popped already.
“Ill have to wrap your hands a little after wards though” she says calmly as she grabbed his other hand with all of the care and gentleness she had in her, trying her best not to strain his muscles, holding it and talking to him while it healed.
“Oh… thank you” she replied to his compliment. “I don't usually. I just thought of it today. I’m kind of proud of myself actually” she says distracting herself from his last comment. Her eyes followed his though going back down to his wounds she worked on healing and wrapping up when she realized he probably didn't want to look at her at the moment. She had her own little cuts that she hadn’t yet healed. A few rocks and shards of wood flew at her, but she wasn't worried about that.
Hopefully that girl was alright. Though Avery was most likely still mad about her beating her.
Seo Hyeon would be quite embarrassed to be beaten by one of the worst of the middle class. So she knew where she was coming from. Though she wouldn't be as mean about it.
She kept quite once she finished wrapping one hand, moving onto the other one. This was the only way she, or anyone found her useful. It would be better if she just didn't talk and focused on healing. The only thing she was kind of good at…