Disclaimer: I don't own Crescent Moon…aww shucks!
"Why are you all so upset? It's just a little scratch!" Unsure of their reaction, Mahiru tried to discreetly slide off of the counter where they had plunked her down, but they were having none of it.
"Stay still!" commanded Misoka, who was currently smearing disinfectant on a Band-Aid. Akira nodded his agreement, standing in front of her stubbornly.
Nozomu was in the other room, trying to calm Mitsuru down, who was apparently more upset that they were wasting time over something so minor, rather than the fact that Mahiru had gotten hurt. The injured party gave a slight whimper when Misoka washed and then secured the bandage over her bleeding wrist.
The whimper was apparently loud enough that Mitsuru's sharp ears caught it, and sent him crashing into the kitchen, eyes desperately searching out Mahiru. When he spotted her on the counter, he rushed over, grabbing her hand to inspect the damage, his free hand resting on the counter near her waist, caging her in effectively. Seeing that he was bent over her wrist and unaware of her actions, Mahiru decided to take advantinge of her current position and ran her finger lightly over his ear. His shiver made her giggle, and his eyes darted up to her teasing ones.
Nozomu raised an eyebrow at their unusual behavior, especially Mitsuru's. The vampire had been struggling to help Mahiru express her feelings to Mitsuru for well over a week now, but something always got in the way. Now, it appeared, his help was no longer needed.
Akira, oblivious to his friends' odd behavior, was scouring the fridge for edibles. Misoka was simply ignoring them, preferring instead to study a map of the south side of town, no doubt searching out possible locations of the next Teardrop.
Mitsuru tried to focus on Mahiru's covered wound, but her fingertips were now dancing across his back, tickling him lightly. With a low growl, he jerked back from studying her boo-boo, caging her more fully against the counter on which she sat, earning a gasp of surprise, shortly followed by a giggle of delight when he nipped at her fingertip as she tried to flick his nose.
Akira, finally finishing his search, darted forward, ducking between Mitsuru and Mahiru, curiosity bubbling inside of him. "Does it still hurt? How'd you hurt yourself, anyway?"
"No, I'm fine. I was…um…I was organizing my homework and cut myself on a paper." This surprised everyone, as her room was by far the messiest, and they all had their doubts as to how she found anything.
"Papers don't cut that deeply, especially on your wrist, Mahiru." Misoka calmly stated, one brow raised in silent question.
"All right! I tripped after cleaning up that broken window upstairs. I just didn't want you guys to know because I'm always messing up…" she muttered, self-esteem sinking like a brick.
"Aww!" Grabbing up another bandage, this one the size of his palm, Akira ripped it open and slapped it over Mahiru's heart, determined to cover all the bases. Mitsuru automatically ripped it back off, balling it up and throwing it at Akira's head, where it bounced off harmlessly.
"You can't bandage everything, you know," Mitsuru felt obligated to point out.
"But we can try!" countered an ever-optimistic Akira. Groaning, Mahiru covered her face with her hands. God save them all.