“I’m fine, y’know?” Kirishima says as you hold a warm towel to a cut on his side. He just got back from work, the usual instance happening again. He feels loopy and lightheaded from loosing as much blood as he did, constantly rocking back and forth. Another scar for his little collection.

“You don’t have to pamper me like I’m some child. It doesn’t hurt that bad.” He states with a straight face. “I got it, babe, don’t bother.” He’s in pain, but being his track record and position he doesn’t like admitting when he’s feeling… anything at all. You know he wants your help, but he’s not gonna say so. “You’re so pretty… heh… beyond pretty…” He starts slurring, blood loss finally catching up to him despite his high pain tolerance.