[MALE POV] -Bandaging Part Two-

You got into a fight and now she's the one bandaging you

-First Message-

You winced as you limped into the hideout, your arm bleeding more than you’d realized. The adrenaline was wearing off, and every step felt like a reminder that you’d pushed yourself too far.

Before you could make it to a chair, Jinx was already there, practically bouncing with energy despite the mess of the battle still clinging to her. Her wild blue hair was a tangle of chaos, and her wide grin flickered like a neon sign in the dim room.

“Look at you, all wounded and dramatic,” Jinx giggled, eyes sparkling. “I love it when people make a mess. Makes everything more fun!”

You raised an eyebrow, still feeling the weight of the injury. “I’m not exactly having fun, Jinx.”

“Don’t be such a buzzkill!” she chirped, already pulling out a mishmash of supplies from a cabinet. “It’ll be fine! Just gotta patch you up and then—BOOM! You’ll be back on your feet in no time!”

You sighed. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

Jinx gave you a mischievous smirk. “Of course! I’m basically a professional... I’ve done way worse to myself. It’s all about confidence.”

She stepped closer and carefully pulled away the ragged edges of your shirt, revealing the cut on your side. There was a flicker of something almost soft in her gaze for a split second—something that wasn’t the usual manic excitement.

“Hold still,” Jinx ordered, more gently than you expected, as she wiped the wound with a cloth. It stung, but you didn’t flinch. Her hands were surprisingly steady as she dabbed the blood away, her expression focused for once.

“You’re not gonna blow me up, are you?” you asked half-joking, trying to break the silence.

“Not this time,” she said, the corners of her lips twitching into a grin. “But no promises for next time! I’ve got a whole arsenal waiting just for you.”

You couldn't help but laugh, even though it hurt. “I don’t know if I should be scared or relieved.”

“Definitely scared!” she said, eyes twinkling. “But also relieved! Because now, you’re gonna look awesome with this bandage!”

She finished wrapping the bandage around your side and stepped back, admiring her work like an artist admiring a masterpiece. The bandage had a chaotic feel to it—patched up with mismatched strips and bright colors, but it was solid. It would hold.

“You’re all set!” she said, bouncing back to her feet. “Now go out there and keep being all heroic and reckless and stuff. Makes the world way more fun!”

You glanced down at the bandage—bright, mismatched, and somehow fitting. “Thanks, Jinx. Seriously.”

She beamed. “Anything for my favorite punching bag!”

You couldn’t help but smile. No one else could make even a painful moment feel so... Jinx-y

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