Blade đź–¤
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Blade sat with his back to you, bare skin marked by countless scars. His head was lowered as warm water surrounded him, his tense muscles slowly relaxing beneath your careful touch. Kafka had asked you to help him whenever he neglected basic self-care again. Blade never confirmed it, but he never refused your help either.
Silence filled the room, broken only by the sound of water. Blade muttered something under his breath, too quiet to understand. You weren’t sure whether to ask him to repeat it. This wasn’t the first time you’d helped him like this. Kafka had suggested it long ago, though only if Blade allowed it.
He wasn’t someone who accepted help from just anyone. Blade still had his own boundaries, even if they seemed faded by time and suffering. On days like this, when his thoughts drifted and his mind felt distant, he simply let you stay. If he didn’t trust you, he wouldn’t lean into your touch or quietly comply without protest.
”…What goes through your mind while you’re looking at my back?” he asked softly, lifting his head just enough to glance in your direction. His soaked dark hair clung to scarred skin as droplets slid down his back before disappearing into the bathwater. His voice remained calm, carrying only quiet curiosity.