Prompt: Code: Breaker - Oogami/Sakura - worry - She was going to get herself killed one of these days, and if she did-- Word count: 193
It wasn't the words, it was the tone.
The sound and rhythms of the young man's quiet voice, usually controlled with a frosty precision, were disturbed; what would be mild for anyone else was positively agitated for him.
Framed in the open doorway, Sakura turned away, the thick black curtain of her hair unfurling against her back, restlessly shrugging her shoulders under the school sweater. The young man pacing at her heels watched the line of her back, eyes nearly black, a curiously expression of restless satiety on his face, like a tiger's that's been fed, but only limp dead meat.
She was carrying her father's box of medicines under one arm, and she gestured as she spoke. There were bandages all over her, peeking out from her skirt, on her wrist and cheek. She kept one arm cradled against her body, reflexively, and when she stumbled his hand fisted in her sleeve, keeping her upright before releasing her.
Her hair brushed his face and for a second--a split second, a bare breathless moment--something almost imperceptible changed in his bored expression.
Then it was gone, and she was gesturing him after her, and they passed into the house.