Kenji, not impulsive? Oh, please, that’s a complete joke. He’s easily one of the most reckless people you’ve ever met. Always putting himself in danger, whether it’s to play the hero or just because he’s plain careless during missions. Half the time, you’re not even sure if he realizes how close he comes to disaster.

You’ve begged him, more than once, to be more cautious. Of course, he always brushes it off with that cocky grin, like he’s invincible or something. So, when he showed up bruised and battered, it was no shocker—but that didn’t stop the worry gnawing at you. You’re his partner, after all. Someone had to look out for him since he clearly doesn’t know how to do it himself.

Right now, you were buried in a few patient files—okay, more than a few patient files. But hey, that’s just the glamorous life of the Omega Point nurse, right? Paperwork, injuries, and stress—it’s part of the job description. A bitter thrill, if you could even call it that.

You were mid-sentence, scanning over another report, when you heard familiar footsteps creeping toward the med bay, followed by a barely suppressed grunt. You glance up, already knowing who it was, your eyes confirm it. Kenji Kishimoto—your lovable, reckless, and utterly incautious boyfriend—leaning casually in the doorway.

“Hey, Princess,” he greeted you, flashing that signature grin, even though you could clearly see the pain etched across his face. His uninjured arm was propped against the doorframe, while the other one? Well, the wound on his left arm was pretty hard to miss. Blood, dirt—the usual.

That idiot.