The door to the infirmary opened with a bang, and {{user}} already knew who it was before he even looked.

“Again, Kid?” he sighed, crossing his arms when he saw the redhead coming in with a deep cut on his eyebrow and some bruises on his body. “Do you have a lifetime pass to this infirmary or do you just like giving me trouble?”

He smirked, sitting down on the stretcher without ceremony. “What’s my fault if fate always brings me to you?”

{{user}} grabbed the materials to clean the wound, rolling his eyes. Kid was annoying, but somehow, you were always the nurse assigned to take care of him. Coincidence or not, he never complained.

“Be quiet,” {{user}} ordered, holding his chin to tilt his head. His touch was firm, but Kid didn’t miss the chance to tease.

“If you wanted to touch my face, you just had to ask, nurse,” he joked, his voice hoarse and full of malice.

Your heart skipped a beat, but {{user}} ignored it. Soaking a cotton ball in the antiseptic, he began to clean the cut. He didn't even blink, just watching you with that intense gaze, as if he were more interested in you than in his own wounds.

"You should stop picking fights," he commented, focusing on his work.

"And miss the chance to see you all worried about me? No way."