#O2O - Hurt

Achoo!

You sneezed.

"Are you okay?" Ohma asked."Uh-huh, I think so. I have a really bad headache though..."

You sat on the bed wearing your sleeping pj's, legs crossed with Ohma the same in front of you.

You dried his dark 'seaweed' locks with a towel and a blowdryer, your sneezes and coughs unending.

His hair poofed up, even fluffier than before. He turned around to face you.

You rubbed your noise before speaking. "Your hair is so thick and fluffy, Ohma. You should take care of it better." You said, putting the hair blowdryer away as Ohma let the towel rest around his neck.

"I'm too busy with fighting." He replied."You too also take up my time." He smiled as you chuckled.

He let out a yawn. It was at least midnight now.Catching on that he could be sleepy, you laid down suggesting that he should get some rest too.

Forgetting his own weight, he flopped down onto you, making you feel like you were going to be squished flat.

"O-Ohma-""My bad."

He rolled over to the side of the bed next to you, wrapping his arm around you to pull you closer to him. You sneezed.

You stared at him as he pulled the blanket over the two of you, closing his eyes to get some sleep. Your view soon drew lower to his shirtless body.

"He has so many scars."

You went back to look at his face, yours began to downcast. He has worked so hard his entire life, surviving rather than living. He had to hurt and fight at the age you were learning how to spell words.

Your heart ached. As a manager, you were informed that he was to fight Raian Kure and move up the tournament if he won.

Raian Kure scared you. You'd seen him a few times or so but his aura made you feel uneasy so you never lingered for too long around him.

You sighed, you couldn't sleep with all of these worries occupying your thoughts. You recalled that your boss had messaged you the other day giving you something that you could work on while away from the office, he didn't approve of giving you a work free complete 10 day leave, but he did allow you to be absent from the office for that leave.

You kissed Ohma on the forehead before rolling out of bed, opening and turning on your laptop that rested on a coffee table.

It was long hours of work, yawns escaping your mouth several times. You rubbed your tired eyes whilst taking a sip of your coffee. You unfortunately had no medicine with you to ease your headsplitting migraine, so you had to thug it out.

A pair of arms wrapped around you, soft lips pressing against your cheek. You turned, greeted by the tired Ohma. A gentle smile escaped your face.

"Why are you awake?""5 am, training."

Oh, crap. It's 5 am and you haven't slept yet. You grunted, getting up from your seat.

"I'll come with you."

Ohma nodded, putting a shirt and pants on. He waited outside as you changed into casual clothing.

You closed the door behind you, wrapping your arm around Ohma's as you both headed to an isolated area for him to warm himself up for his upcoming fight with the monster of the Kure clan.

Tired and frail, you walked beside him. For some reason, you were out of it even though you'd had some coffee.

Ohma's fingers were weakly intertwined with yours, he was rather clingy, however you didn't realize it and unknowingly, you didn't hold his hand back.

He noticed this though.

Letting go of your hand, it retreated and hid back inside his pocket.

You arrived and he began shadow boxing, coming up with techniques and more you couldn't comprehend due to the fact you were on auto pilot mode.

Not wanting any sand to get on you, you remained standing up as you held onto Ohma's things. Your vision slightly blurry as your body felt hot, your knees almost gave in. You wobbled.

You felt like you were going to fall asleep. The sound of a voice, rough and low yet soothing like calm ocean waves echoed and rippled throughout your eardrums.

"F/N L/N-"

Slap.

Ohma was reaching out to shake you by your shoulders, but you had slapped his hand away on accident, doing it by instinct.

He looked hurt. You didn't mean to do this, you just didn't understand what was happening.

"S-Sor-"

You were interrupted. Blood gushed out of Ohma's nose as he also coughed some out. Your eyes widened in shock and fear, rushing to him as you cupped his face.

"I-I'm sorry-""I'm fine."

He pushed you out of the way.

Ohma didn't use much strength, he didn't use any at all. But considering your state, you were a thin string of glass that had hardened on its own, ready to break at any time.

Your body fell to the floor, your vision blacked out. The thump noise you had made caused Ohma to turn back.

Rushing to you, he tried to wake you up but of course to no avail. He picked you up and ushered to the clinic, banging on the door for Doctor Hanafusa.

He waited outside while they did some testing. It was now about 6:30 in the morning, he had been waiting for 20 minutes now.

The skinny blonde haired proffessional came out of the room, alongside his assistant nurse.

"She's fine, just a very bad fever. Nothing to worry about."

Ohma nodded. Thank god.

"She would be incredibly wonderful to dissect though, I rarely explore the female anatomy-""Doctor, no more!"She scolded him as he tried to bargain.

He entered the room on his own to see you, going around the two of them.

You were asleep. The white walls of the room felt suffocating, the silence drowned everything out. The beeps of the machines added onto the feeling of loneliness inside this space.

Suddenly, Kazuo Yamashita barged through the doors.

"O-O-Ohma, F/N!!! I came as soon as Doctor Hanafusa called!!!" He panted. It was obvious he rushed to put on his semi-formal black suit, his tie barely done and his hair messy.

"She's fine, Yamashita Kazuo.""Ohma, you should have-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence, seeing that Ohma had already walked out of the room. Weirdly, he didn't stay to accompany you until you woke up.

When your eyes opened and you were pulleed out of your slumber, Kazuo and Kaede were the ones to greet you.

"Where's Ohma?" You sat up, feeble and exhausted.

"He's going to fight now, he's prepping for his match! But F/N, are you oka-"

Once more, he was stopped. You were already gone, running out to catch up to Ohma. You were terrible at the directions in this place, maybe it was because all the walls looked the same? All of them were white and smooth, touched up some gray from the screws and crevices.

This didn't matter to you though. The only thing on your aching mind was to see Ohma and apologize. The face he had made when his touch was rejected was unforgettable. Tears swelled up in your eyes as you ran as fast as your feet could take you.

You reached him, just in time. You heaved, catching your breath as you were faced with his scarred bare back and clenched fists.

"O-Ohma-!""I don't have time for you."

He didn't even look at you. He left, heading off into the arena. Your heart shattered into a million pieces. He was going to fight the man that put Mokichi Robinson into a condition so critical that he had to have surgery done.

You may have made it, but alas, you were still too late. The match had begun.

(A/N): Hello, please read this! This fanfic is sort of coming to an end since the anime ends at after Ohma fights Raian. I want to know if you guys would rather this continues in the main storyline of Kengan however will contain manga spoilers as it'll continue from the story of the manga or I will change up the story to give these two an ending.

Please give feedback !! Thank you so much :]