thank you for the prompt!
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“Hey, Cassian!”
His head shoots up, turning in the other direction. A few feet away from the charred house stands Jyn Erso with her hands on her hips. Her heavy coat has been unzipped halfway and is tied off around her waist. Though it’s covered in soot and grime, he can just barely make out the thin, white tank-top that she’s wearing…and all of the pale, scarred, beautiful skin it shows.
Eyes up, detective.
“It’s Captain Andor to you, Erso,” he calls out, a smirk pulling at his lips. They call him a robot back at base, say he never smiles –– they just haven’t seen him around the right people.
Or person. Just one, singular person who’s standing right in front of him, one he may or may not have a massive crush on.
She waves a hand, brushing him off carelessly. “Oh, shove it. We’ve worked enough cases together to be on a first-name basis, Cass.”
With her so close to him, his eyes rove over her skin, making sure she doesn’t have any fresh burns. Jyn, he knows, has a penchant for leaving injuries untreated and avoiding doctors until it’s almost too late.
(A few examples of this come to mind, most notably the first arson they worked on together. He hadn’t known Jyn well back then, only that she’d helped him catch the bastard who’d done it better than any detective in his precinct.
Then, a day or so later he’d heard she’d ended up in the hospital with an infected burn, claiming that she’d been so busy with the case that she hadn’t bothered to take proper care of herself.
He had felt so guilty that he’d bought her nearly the entire gift shop, though it had been worth it seeing her face when he’d barged into her room with an armful of stuffed animals.)