You weren’t on the best terms with Choso, or any cursed spirit for that matter. Yet, you always healed him. He took your top priority over anyone else who’d need your assistance.

“It’s just a few cuts and bruises. Shouldn’t take too long.”

He huffed, sitting down in a chair. He had just came back from a mission, and was still shirtless and all. He looked nice bloody and tattered. Not like you’d ever say that out loud.