"You're crazy, sensei." Solid, mahogany eyes turned to frown at her student, noting the fact that he had returned the look with something that said don't-look-at-me-like-that-stupid.
"What do you mean crazy? He's a nice guy." Manna smiles, continuing her way down the hallway with the tray clasped in her arms, that cheerful tone never leaving her statement. "Plus he has an amazing figure." She added in a slight murmur to herself.
"Gah! I knew it!" Jin exclaimed with 'outrage' coloring his face, pointing an accusing finger her way. "You're just after him!"
Now it was her turn to throw him a much more dangerous look, her brows furrowing deeply as she came to a halt.
It wasn't like Jin to act so against her like this, sure they've had their ups and downs as student and teacher but now that he was on his way to graduating from his studies and out of her grasp to be on his own she felt that sometimes he really was growing up as his own man.
It saddened her that sooner or later he would have to be taken away; despite not knowing of his true origins or anything about him for the matter, she would have loved to find out.
But from a much more professional point of view, this man was still dangerous.
"I saved this man's life, Jin." She pointed out with a firm tone. "It shouldn't matter to you if I'm attracted to him or not, so please don't act like it's such a crime."
With that she swiftly turned and trailed off leaving an irritated Jin to stand there with a frown of his own marred on his face, he didn't get it.
How could she be so dense when it came to him!
It took such a long time to even put aside the fact their age differences was a little disturbing but why did she have to treat him like he was just a student, sure he wasn't the only one around her but then he was HER student, damn it!
Shit, now he was starting to remember just how hard he had fallen for this woman.
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"Good morning, Lanchia-san!" Manna happily entered into the room though still careful with the tray full of breakfast in her arms. (Made by herself most probably)
She stopped half upon seeing his naked torso presented to her in full view and half because she had realized he was in the middle of placing his black jacket over his bare shoulders letting it hang halfway into his arms.
His dark eyes turned towards her in a way that made her freeze suddenly but she quickly regained composure and placed the tray on the table beside the bed before rushing over to him who still sat on the bed.
"What are you doing! You know you're not supposed to be out of bed yet!" She took hold of his shoulder but froze once again when he was looking at her so intently with those eyes of his.
'He's so close...' She blushed upon noticing the almost smoldering look he faced her with, the sudden intensity growing between them until he awoke her by speaking.
"Something wrong, Manna-san?" She was surprised by how gentle he sounded compared to yesterday's first encounter with him, at first he seemed to be so shady and completely did not trust her but by how he gently touched her arm created that spark that indicated that subtle twinge of affection in her.
Her blush darkened like a wine stain on a white tablecloth.
"L-Lanchia-san, please don't attempt to get away from your treatment. I wouldn't want to have you falling unconscious when you haven't even had a dose of some morphine to ease the pain you must be feeling." This time he smiled, and continued to shrug on his jacket.
She released her hold on his shoulder realizing for the second time how his body was so well sculpted, she started to wonder just how long it took for him to gain such a body, but mentally slapped the thought out of her head.
"I'm thankful for you taking care of me, really. But I don't belong here; I have to go back to prison to fill in my time." He mumbled the last part out followed with a hesitant look in his eye.
"No, don't say things like that!" Her exclaim took him by surprise when he found her scowling fiercely towards him.
A single hand shot right up to grab the sleeve of his jacket effectively holding him down even though at this point she knew he wasn't about to go anywhere.
"I know who you are and I know what you've done. But that doesn't mean I have to kick you off like dirt or be afraid of you. Even though they all say you're better off behind bars, I'm telling you now that I disagree. And as a doctor and a great healer I would rather see people off living their lives other than spending most of their lives in cold rooms,"
He seemed to be taken-a back, she had gotten his attention from the start.
Right from when she had stated that he wasn't held in a prison when he woke up but in a hospital no less, the last place he expected himself to be in.
Was she an angel after all?
"But I'm a criminal, how could you say such things?" He found himself frowning as he said this, she only smiled and gently touched his arm, leaning in slightly towards him so he could pick up that faint smell of her perfume emitting from her clothes and herself.
"I don't care." Was what she said with a smile, all he could feel right now was simply... comfort. It felt heart-warming to know that at that moment there was no venomous whispering of that dreaded Mukuro lacing into his ears and playing with his mind like before, to know that he was free of this curse he was trapped in for all these years.
It was all thanks to that Vongola boy which he still wasn't sure if he had survived simply because he had actually made it, (he silently thanked him) but now... Being with this woman whom he had only known for no less than one day...
She had that certain calm air around her, the aura that would wrap itself not only around herself but those around her.
The thought of her being the angel he was looking for weighed immensely on his head.
"Now," She said slipping her hand away, only to leave him with the urge to force her touch back on him, she walked around the bed and towards the tray of food still sitting on the bedside table.
She smiled.
"Please have some breakfast and rest before I come back to change your bandages for you and give you some medication for the pain."
Presenting him a final bow of the head she swiftly turned back and walked towards the door, his eyes watching her back until she looked over her shoulder with those mischievous looking eyes peeking over her.
"But if you still prefer being in a prison rather than a hospital, please don't hesitate to count yourself as a prisoner yourself here in my hospital." And with that teasing smile she left with a firm shut of the door.
Lanchia blinked at the door and later found himself shedding his jacket with a sigh though he couldn't help but let that amused chuckle slip past him, a sound he barely recognized but still relished in.
What an odd woman.