(Mori pov, MORI ISN'T A P3D0PH1L3 IN THIS.)

You got a decent sized bruise on your lower knee, Fukuzawa could've simply could've driven you to the two of you guys's house, but instead, he carried you. Not only did he carry you, he carried you bridal style. When you two got home, he pulled up your pant let a bit, and put a plaster on it. You were annoyed, it didn't hurt, but Fukuzawa still treated it like you just broke your leg, but that didn't happen. So, now you were sitting on the couch, having your leg in Fukuzawas lap, just waiting for him to finish.