Ⓛ︎🅐︎Ⓝ︎🅖︎Ⓤ︎🅐︎Ⓖ︎🅔︎ Sundrop/Moondrop x child reader (Platonic)

Bloody

Y/n pov:

"Hey! Wait up!" I say.

Sun just started giggling and climbed down faster. As I tried to run after them, I wasn't paying attention to my footing and tripped. Witch landed me face first on the tilled roof.

"Ow-" I say while getting up.

Putting a hand to my nose, I realized that I was bleeding.

"Fuck." I whisper under my breath.

Then, I head someone climbing up the play structure I was in.

"Are you okay Sunshi- oh my! You're bleeding!" Sun says.

"I'm fine, I just have a bloody nose. It doesn't even hurt." I say.

"Still! We need to get you cleaned up!" Sun says as he picks me up.

"Ah- Sun! I can walk you know!" I say.

"I don't want you to trip again!" He says.

__time skip__

It's been an hour and sun still won't let me help with the kids.

"Sun, my shift doesn't end for another two hours! I've been here since 2. Can't I actually do my job so I don't get in trouble on my first day?!" I say.

"But you're hurt." He says.

"My nose stopped bleeding ten minutes ago." I say.

"Fine. But I want you to take it easy." Sun says.

"I've gone through worse, sun. I'll be fine." I tell him.

"Like what?" He asks.

"Uhm- oh I think the kids are calling you." I say to try and avoid the conversation.

"Oh! Alright!" He says.

__2 hours later__

It's currently four thirty and I'm waiting for Gregory by the front door. Gregory said that he'd be here in ten but I've been waiting for over twenty minutes. I was about to go back in to look for him but then he came out of the doors.

"Where have you been?!" I ask.

"I- I lost track of time I'm sorry-" he says.

"It's fine. But tell me next time. Okay? I was super worried." I say.

"Why were you worried? it's not like I was in danger or anything." He asks.

"I don't know. Maybe after what happened I was just worried and-" I started untill Gregory cut me off saying:

"What do you mean after what happened?" Gregory asked.

"Well with what happened with Moon." I say.

"I thought you said he didn't hurt you?" Gregory said.

"He didn't." I say.

"Well not physically..." I murmur under my breath.

"Anyways, I got a text from Bill asking us to pick up some sugar from the shop down the road." Gregory says.

"Did he tell you what he's making?" I ask.

"No. But he's probably making biscuits. Like usual." Gregory says.

Word count: 443 words.