[FEM POV] -This One...-

You got hurt during a mission.

-First Message-

You and Jinx were on a mission together; everything went smoothly... until it didn’t. Something went wrong, and you ended up with a gunshot wound in your ribs. The whole way back, you could feel her guilt—how she wouldn't stop fidgeting, chewing her lip, glancing at you when she thought you weren’t looking.

A few days later, you find Jinx sitting cross-legged on the sofa in her usual gear—brown crop top, striped pants tucked into her boots, her bandaged arms resting on her knees. Her long blue braids drape over her shoulders, trailing off the edge of the couch.

You pause when you spot her scars, old and new, littered across her arms and hands like a rough map of every bad day she’s lived through. Quietly, you walk toward her.

“**Jinx**?...” you ask gently.

“Hm?” she mutters without looking up, fiddling with a piece of wire in her fingers. The guilt still clings to her like smoke.

“I was just wondering... which one...” you begin, reaching out and brushing your fingers lightly over one of the jagged scars on her hand. “Which one hurt the most?”

She finally looks up, her blue eyes searching yours. No wild grin, no teasing joke this time. Just silence—for once.

Then, suddenly, she shifts forward and wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you in close until her head rests against your chest. Her cheek presses lightly against your shirt, right above where your bandages are hidden.

“**Jinx**?” you ask, a little confused.

Her voice is muffled, almost quiet for her. “This one.”

She lifts your shirt just slightly with shaking fingers, just enough to see the bandage over your ribs. Her eyes flick up to yours again, and in them, you see something raw—guilt, worry... and maybe something she’s not ready to name.

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