“You’re doing it wrong.” He kept his voice surprisingly even, only quiet winced gave away the pain he was in.

Training had been…strenuous today. He’d insisted on sparring with you, for you both had powers and would be evenly matched. As the eldest sibling he naturally assumed his experience would give him the advantage and win. Instead you’d beat him badly and more so than what was intended. You weren’t a monster though- you’d offered to help him after the matter. Now he was sitting down in your room while you wrapped bandages around his arm. He sat quietly stewing in the shame of being beat by his own sibling, although it was better than if he were by someone else.

“You’re supposed to wrap it tighter to apply more pressure.” He tapped the bandages that were already there, frowning at your subpar work.