A/N I decided to write a few Tendershipping drabbles and thought "why not post them?"
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!
"Boring..." Bakura muttered while he rocked his chair backwards and forwards, "...so boring."
"Well," another guy joined the scenery, wearing an unnecessary cute frilly apron, "perhaps you could do something productive."
Bakura laughed and rolled his eyes in a perfect 180 degree motion.
"Don't be ridiculous, Ryou. Perhaps you could hurry up with the dinner."
Ryou 'hmpf-ed' and pouted slightly; as usual: good-for-nothing Bakura.
"Perhaps you could be less dema-"
Suddenly, from one to another second, he dropped the knife onto the counter top and flinched, shutting his eyes.
Out of habit he brought his finger to his lips in an attempt to stop the wound from bleeding.
"Ryou?" Bakura raised an eyebrow and paused his chair. He only received a groan in response.
"You've cut yourself, haven't you?"
A nod this time and Bakura sighed.
"Let me see." He said and stretched out for Ryou's hand before examining it closely. "It's kind of deep, I guess. Have you got anything for it?"
Unbelievable. Here was Bakura, acting almost as if he cared for Ryou.
That act was almost heartwarming.
But only almost.
Ryou knew there wasn't anything behind it and frowned. Who wouldn't be concerned about someone who was injured?
"In the bathroom, I'm gonna get-"
He was cut off by Bakura who was a little quicker than him and returned with a handful of plasters.
Ryou couldn't help but giggle and the pain of the cut was nearly forgotten.
"One would've been enough, you know."
Bakura grunted in response.
An eerie silence ensued and Ryou shifted awkwardly, the blood slowly drying on his finger.
"Would you mind...uh, giving me one of these or...?"
Bakura didn't reply and merely proceeded to unwrap the plaster,
grabbing the other's injured hand.
Ryou pursed his lips at that and furrowed brows.
Was he really going to...?
His thoughts were interrupted as Bakura wrapped the band-aid around the finger to which Ryou hissed.
It was just a cut and Bakura was being careful with the treatment but the wound hurt nonetheless.
"Does it hurt?" Bakura asked suddenly, squeezing the hand lightly.
"A bit. I'm sure the pain won't last long, though." The other replied while trying to free his hand from the grip but to no avail.
Instead, Bakura brought the hand he was holding to his lips and placed a feather-light kiss onto the now covered finger. He lingered for a second before pulling away and leaving the kitchen.