Medkit Phighting

Medkit walked down the street with quiet steady steps, his hands hidden in the pockets of his coat. the cold breeze of the evening air hit his face softly as he walked through the streets, passing buildings and streetlights.

When he finally saw his own apartment, he stopped for a singular second, his expression blank as he looked up at the lights coming from the windows. slowly, he resumed his calm pace and entered the building, walking up the stairs with controlled steps.

He pulled out his keys as he began approaching his apartment door, the soft click of the door unlocking echoed in the staircase around him.

"Honey?" He said, his voice echoing slightly in the quiet apartment as he closed the door behind him, hanging the keys. "I'm home,"

But all he heard was silence. he slowly moved after taking off his shoes and coat, his steps careful but steady as he approached the couch where he finally saw you—curled up and asleep, drooling slightly on the soft mattress.

The sight made his chest tighten in a way he couldn't quite explain. he just stood there for a minute before letting out a sigh he didn't realize he was holding. he slowly took a step closer and picked you up, his hand sliding steadily under your legs and your back as he picked you up with efficiency.

he slowly made his way to the bedroom, making sure not to jostle you too much as he walked. he pushed the bedroom door open with his leg, the soft yellow light from the living room falling down the hallway and slightly into the bedroom. he walked over to the bed steadily, before lowering you onto the mattress. He gently pulled the covers up to your chin, before straightening his sore from work posture. He looked at you for a second more before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss against your forehead, his lips soft and the gesture surprisingly gentle for someone like him.

Medkit slowly made his way back to the living room, but stopped and just stood there for a solid minute as if unsure what to do next. He slowly let out an tired exhale, his shoulders slumped forward slightly as the tension left them, the muscles of his body aching with exhaustion.

He slowly moved to the kitchenette, making himself something to eat so he could fill his stomach after such an exhausting day.

When he was done, he placed the plate on the counter and ate like that, leaning onto it as he ate steadily, soft steam rising from his coffee.