(Hey, lovelies. So um. Just to clarify something. I don't write smuts As much as i would love to fulfill any requests or suggestions you may have regarding the series, I don't write lemons. I KNOW I told you guys to suggest any one-shot plots or prompts. Example: They go swimming. OR They get stuck on an island. Or something that i have an idea to write on. I'm running out of ideas to keep this and the Izaya series flowing. I often feel like i'm writing about the same thing every chapter and that i keep repeating the same ideas. I don't want you guys to judge me for repeating fluff scenes and that's why i asked for suggestions. But I'm really uncomfortable with writing lemons. I've never written one before and I don't think i will any time soon. I'm 16, maybe it's not the right thing for me to try and write about something i'm inexperienced in and disappoint everyone. Maybe I can write limes (is that what they're called) where there is SUGGESTED scenes of a lemon, but not written in detail? IDK. What do you guys think? If you insist on some smut chapters, please do give me some advice on how i can effectively write one and not feel like a pervert in the process Thanks!)

It always bothered [reader] whenever Shizuo returned home with injuries. It hurt her to see his wounds, cuts and bruises he'd sustain from fights with Izaya mainly. She knew that Shizuo never felt much pain when he got injured, due to the fact his body got so strong after breaking his bones about a million times during his childhood. But still, it was difficult to look at the opened flesh in his smooth, warm skin. It looked like a flaw compared to him. He was perfect, at least in her eyes.

Shizuo had always been blessed in the looks department anyway. He was good looking, attractive and extremely charismatic. If it weren't for the stories about his anger management issues and destructive rampage, [reader] was sure that girls would flock to him. Somehow, there was something about his indifference that she found so attractive about Shizuo, along with his bleached blonde hair and brown eyes that always seemed like they were staring into thin air. He was handsome. And incredibly so.

So whenever Shizuo returned with a cut or scrape on his body, [reader] couldn't help but get angry at whoever had etched a flaw into him. He didn't deserve to get hurt. Honestly, he was just as vulnerable as any normal human was. He had feelings. And those scars and wounds never suited someone as kind-hearted and pure person like he was. That was what [reader] thought.

The strong man never liked it when she treated him like a little baby. She would get so worked up over his injuries, repeatedly ask him if he was alright like a nagging mother. Sure, he was glad someone accepted and loved him for who he was. But he needed her to understand that he may be soft-hearted inside, he was still the angry, cold brute he had always been. He needed her to learn her boundaries, or he might end up inadvertently hurting her.

That was why, whenever [reader] dressed his wounds, there was a strong tension between them. After the first few times disagreeing about the issue, they'd stop talking completely during that period.

She would apply the medication on his flesh gently, bandage it up, all the while not saying a word to him. If her words of worry and anxiety only caused annoyance to him, she'd resist saying anything. She'd treat him coldly, act as if she didn't care about him getting hurt.

After she was done bandaging the gash on his shoulder, she packed the first aid box and was about to go back to her room when Shizuo spoke up.

"Sorry." He said, trying to sound as casual as he could," I know you're worried bout me. But I'm not a small kid."

[Reader] looked at him silently as he turned his head to stare back at her.

"I just don't want to see anyone put holes into your body... you're too precious to me for that."

"Goddammit... I told you, I'm a grown ass man... it doesn't matter if I get these wounds, it doesn't even hurt!" He growled as she narrowed her eyes coldly.

"Annoying..." he mumbled under his breath as he gripped his bandaged shoulder. "I could have killed that flea then and there..." he muttered to himself, not caring if she was staring at him, hurt by his words.

"I..." she started as he turned his head again slightly, enough to meet her sad gaze. "Won't worry about you anymore. I'm sorry I ever cared." She muttered bitterly as she entered her room.

The blonde man sighed heavily and cursed inwardly for hurting her feelings as he walked up to her door, knocking once before opening it a crack. Peeking in, he saw her hug her knees, rocking back and forth on her bed.

Muttering words about how annoying and unnecessary that all were, he entered the room and sat at the edge of the bed.

"When you decided to date me... you should have been prepared for this..." he said softly, hearing her sniffle.

"I get that..."

"I'm considered a monster in ikebukuro." He sighed,"what is a little bruise to a monster?"

"But you're not a monster. You've always said you never wanted people to think of you that way." She turned to him and hugged him tightly.

Caught by surprise, he held her as his gaze softened. Still though, his body was stiff from the intimate contact.

"Shizuo, you're perfect to me. You're more precious to me than the most valuable gem in the world."

He felt touched, somehow. But at the same time, he shuddered. Someone actually thought that way of him. How terribly wrong she was, and he was sure that one day, he'd get mad at her and hurt her. He'd prove her wrong someday. With this power he had, he was anything but normal, let alone a precious, vulnerable thing.

Still, he'd let her baby him. It's not like he hated it when she looked so worried about him. He loved every second of attention she gave to him. And with that, he'd become a child in her eyes.