Mechamaru Without Bandages Novels & Stories

BANG! The bedroom door burst open without a knock. Amora flinched, but she quickly forced her expression back into a calm mask. Maverick stepped inside with an aura that instantly dominated the entire room. His suit jacket was gone, leaving only a black dress shirt with the top two buttons undone, exposing the hard muscles of his chest. Maverick’s hawk-like eyes immediately landed on Amora. His gaze swept over her from head to toe, lingering on the exposed line of her neckline. The corner of his lips curled slightly into a smirk that never reached his eyes.

In his eyes, a hint of resentment flashed. His injured cheek was already bound, and his entire head was already bandaged with a thick layer of dressings. At a glance, Samuel appeared just like a bulging mummy, and he appeared extremely ridiculous. Samuel's wounded palm and shoulder were fixed by wooden clamps. If he moved even the slightest bit, it would hurt Samuel so badly that tears welled up in his eyes.

It made my skin tingle all over again. I spotted another group of fighters—four strong men this time. Their bodies gleamed with oil from the morning's fights. Sweat mixed with it, running down their muscled chests and arms. One guy had a long scar across his chest, red and raised like a mark of pride from past battles. Another had dark tattoos snaking up his arms, thick lines that looked like twisting ropes. The other two were just as built, one with short blond hair matted to his head, the other with a shaved scalp that showed off his thick neck.

Hopefully they didn't talk already and agree on the lies they would feed me. "Ven! I . . . am so happy . . . to see you!" Marcus struggles to speak while grimacing in pain. His face is covered with bandages and he looks far from well. How is he still interested in fighting his brother anymore. I would focus on healing if I were him.

He replied again with a wink and my face turned even more red than it already was. “You’re unbelievable to deal with” I told him while I shook my head. “But you love me” He responded with his usual knowing smirk. I in turn hit my finger on his bruise which was now covered with a bandage and in return he hissed in pain “ Holy molly” He said wincing in pain, his smirk now turned into a glare and he looked like he was going to kill me any moment from now. “I warned you” I told him while trying so hard to stop myself from laughing.

I turned sharply, glaring at them in their Kai jersey and in their hands were Kai’s plushies too but they didn’t even look at me. I turned back to the field quickly, my focus snapping right back to him. Maya leaned closer to me again, squinting. “Is it just me,” she said slowly, “or is his left arm covered in bandages?” I frowned, narrowing my eyes as I tried to see properly. From here, it was hard to tell. There was something there, something under the sleeve, but I couldn’t make it out clearly. “Or is that just part of the arm sleeve?” she added.

It is a large and heavy sledgehammer, whose black handle is surrounded by the strong fingers of both his hands. When he came in, he was wearing the same outfit as last night, and now the only difference is in the lack of a shirt. The wide tattooed chest shines through the layer of sweat, and his heavy breathing causes it to go up and down out of course. His bandaged waist exhibits a small redness where a layer of blood drips from the surgical points in his abdomen, obviously a consequence of the effort. So, just to prevent me from starting to drool over his naked body again, I look with my eyes for the thing he is breaking. I can't find anything but a hole in the wall.

Jogging onto the court with the rest of the team, head slightly lowered like he didn’t about any of it. Focused. Looking annoyingly fine, healthy. And God, that armless jersey should be illegal. Before I could stop myself, my eyes dropped to his hand. And my stomach immediately tightened. The bandage was gone.

" Don't you need it to protect yourself?" " .... no... Not really... I just use it so that no one can see my face. People are looking for me." I answered casually as I checked all my gears. 9 daggers strapped on my belt along with a bottle of oil, healing potions in my pouch, and a protection scroll. I can use the scroll one more time but I used it yesterday during my battle with Soul Ripper..... I still have 3 more hours until it wears off but it's not as if any normal blade can go through my Version uniform. Misaki made this out of fire rat's fur, it's fire and slash-resistant.

Amaar piped in shaking head : "Haya its really nothing." Ofcourse and Meera had perfect English. I grabbed his arm taking his hands out from his green hoodie. "Let me see then" When I brought out his hand I saw the large scar inside his hand.I gasped and snapped: "Where you got this!!! let me bandage it.Bhai!!!! fetch pyodine and bandage.Hurry" He nodded.I turn towards Amaar grabbing his hand.He released his hand from my grasp saying: "Its not needed,I'm ok cat!!! .I'm a strong man"