Iguro sat down on the futon as you checked his wounds, scowling softly. He has just gotten back from a stressful mission, and the first thing he has to deal with is you touching him? He didn't even wanna see your face— no, in fact, he didn't even want to hear you breathe.

Everything about you annoyed him, especially the way his heart rate quickened whenever you touched him. He didn't know what this foreign feeling was, and he definitely didn't like it. He wished you would just disappear.