Save Me (Ryuji x OC) Commission

        Ryuji toweled his sopping streaked hair dry, looking at himself in the mirror. He couldn't say he wasn't glad his girlfriend was here, still, he was worried. Though, the fact that there hadn't been a day in his life where he wasn't a ball of stress was beside the point.
    The bathroom was steamy from his shower, making the inn room seem cold as he stepped out. She was curled up in bed, reading a book on herbal remedies that could be made any time of the year. He gave a small smile, a little glad she was studying something. Not the book that Yukio-senpai had assigned, of course, but it was something.
    He crawled in beside her, tanned chest still glistening from the wash.
    "How are you feeling?" Ryuji rolled a lock of emerald hair between his fingers out of boredom.
    "Better, thanks." She replied simply.
    He bit at his lower lip, laying flat on his back. It wasn't like her not to be over exuberant to the point of annoyance. Being quiet, reserved, tired. Red flags had peppered the entire stay here.
    He had been on the verge of murdering Okumura when they were bringing in their bags and things. The twerp swung his sword sheath a little too quickly upon it's removal, clocking her right on her legs.
    The appendages were badly damaged from a familiar attack. It had smelled the putrid perfume of her fear and ravaged her lovely long legs. The damn thing looked ready to tear into her. It wasn't her fault that Amiamon frightened her. In fact, that was the whole reason he was troubled my her presence. She was never supposed to take this mission, she just showed up on his parents doorstep with a bag and a determined look on her face. Practically everyone had asked him why she was here, and he was running out of BS answers.
    The only reason Rin wasn't hanging from the rafters, and instead was nursing a bump on his head, was Irene's reaction. She winced, but seemed fine. Even Ryuji would have least yelled.
    After dinner tonight, she'd grazed her thigh on a low table. Again, nothing. His brain was whirring into over drive, trying to process how a crippled little girl could withstand such pain. This week had been off, to say the least.
    "I've missed you." He admitted, spooning up to the smaller framed exwire.
    "Aw, I missed you too. Thank you for the flowers. They cheered me up." She grinned, referencing the deliveries that had cluttered her hospital room. "I'm just glad to be out of the place. Sleeping next to you is so much more preferable."
    Irene rolled over, facing her lover. Her lips pressed sweet kisses up his jaw, making him emit a low growl of pleasure. His hands dipped to her hips, keeping a tight hold.
    The little action soon blossomed into a full kiss, their lips locked in heavy passion. Ryuji's piercings had grown in number, now including his tongue. The cold metal ball swirling around in her mouth made Irene's toes curl. Her body felt fatigued, but she needed this.
    He pressed on top of her, scrunching her white tank top to the underside of her breasts. His fingers looped around the elastic of her sweatpants, slowly pulling them down.
    "W-wait!" She cried, pulling away.
    His black eyes starred at her, utterly confused. A few moments ago she was ready for anything, and now she was acting like a virgin.
    "What's wrong? What did I do?" His tone grew louder with alarm.
    "Don't yell." She meekly looked away, her defensive walls building back up again
    "Fine. Just...what happened?"
    "I'm just not in the mood anymore."
    She rolled over, escaping the heated cage of his body. Ryuji sat up in bed with a exasperated groan.
    "What the hell is wrong with you? You've been acting completely weird since the moment you got here!"
    "Stop it! Leave me alone."
    "Irene..."
    ""What?"
    "Let me see your legs."
    "No!" Her reluctance turned to panic in an instant. "Just leave it be, Ryuji. My legs...they're all scarred up, I don't want you to see them."
    He squinted, looking to her legs. The sweat pants seemed almost bulky, like her legs had swollen up. The engorged stubbornness portion of his brain wouldn't allow him to drop this.
    In one swift motion, her pants were pooled around her ankles. He would usually take interest in her underwear, but there was something much more concerning to focus on. Her legs were encased in metal works, the puffy purple skin peeking through in places. They were braced.
    "Why didn't you tell me about this?" The brunette bit back any anger, feeling that it wouldn't help milking out information.
    "They told me to stay back." She sniffed. "Th-they said I couldn't come make it up to you, for helping me. If I take enough, I can walk fine! They just wouldn't listen."
    "The doctors didn't release you from the hospital, did they they, Irene?"
    She shook her head as the tears streamed down her pretty face. He noted that all the skin above her legs was sickly pale, like she had a flu.
    "Oh, baby." He scooped her up into her arms while she sobbed into his shoulder. "What did you take?"
    "Pain medication and some stuff to reduce the swelling. I can't feel anything anymore. My head feels so floaty sometimes."
    Ryuji was no medic, but he knew that was warning sign that this wasn't good for her body. He would have to ask Shiemei later for something to counteract the influx of pills.
    "You didn't need to do this, I can take care of myself."
    "After last time, I couldn't help you! I was useless and scared. God, I still can't even summon my familiar. And, every time I look at the skull, I freeze up."
    Irene was in the possession of an old, heavily enchanted ram skull. It's marrow was carved into a special set of runes, enabling her to summon very powerful help. It was sat in the bottom of her duffel bag ever since that day, wrapped in an old scarf like a burial shroud.
    "This explains the limp and the attitude change." Her boyfriend sighed. "I wish you would have just talked to me about this."
    "You would have sent me back, and I wouldn't be able to help you with this case!"
    "That would be better than me losing you. If you overdosed and your heart..." He struggled to complete the thought. "I want to keep you safe, too. I love you."
    "Even if you're pissed at me most of the time?" She asked with a wry smile.
    "Yeah." He cupped her cheek, giving her a kiss. "Let's get to sleep, and we'll heal you up in the morning."
    She nodded, crawling under the covers with him. He was careful to avoid her exposed bruised legs as he cuddled her.
    "And, Bon?"
    "What?" His brow furrowed at the nickname.
    "I love you too."