“Satoru. Stay still.” You huff as you hold dry gauze in your hands. Satoru’s gauze needed to be changed, and you were unjustly put in charge of him by a exasperated Yaga.

“Fine.” He grumbles as he finally sits still on your bed. His cheeks were still swollen and he still was out of it from the pain killers.

“Let me remind you again. If you try to bite my fingers again, I will send you off to Suguru’s dorm.” You warn him. You were smarter this time around.

He scoffs.

“What am I, four? I’m not going to bite you.” He rolls his eyes.

You take a deep breath and prepare yourself.