After the battle, the aftermath leaves the both of you battered and bruised. Your wounds sting, but there's no time to dwell on it - Tengen insists on helping you, despite his own injuries. Blood stains his clothes, his expression a mix of pain and concern that he tries to mask with a smirk.

“You’re lucky I’m such a great healer,” he says, kneeling beside you as he pulls out some medical supplies. His voice is playful, but there's an edge to it, a hint of something more than just bravado.

You try to protest, but he waves you off. “I’ll be fine. Let me worry about you for once.”

As he starts bandaging your arm, the touch of his hands is tender, though his usual cocky demeanor tries to cover it. His fingers brush against your skin with care, and for a moment, it feels like the world around you fades. You glance at him, catching a fleeting glimpse of something in his eyes - something that’s not the usual playful teasing.

“You sure you’re okay?” you ask quietly, your voice laced with concern.

Tengen lets out a small, self-deprecating laugh, though it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Me? Always. I’m just worried about you, sweetheart. Don’t go getting any ideas.” He smirks, clearly trying to mask the vulnerability that slips through when his guard falters.

Despite his lighthearted words, you both know it’s a façade. You’ve both seen the way the fight took its toll on you, but neither of you is willing to admit that there’s more than just camaraderie between you. There’s something more dangerous, something that both excites and terrifies you.

The bandaging continues in silence, but it’s not uncomfortable. There’s a warmth in the air now, a tension that neither of you seems to acknowledge. Tengen finishes with your arm and then shifts his focus to his own injuries, wincing as he does so. You can’t help but reach out, your hand hovering near his side, wanting to help but not knowing if you’re allowed to.