It was cold. So damn cold.

Gaku bit down harshly on his tongue in response to the feeling of Kashima practically re-attaching his limbs. ‘You lose your fingers too often, if you keep this up there won’t be nerves to reattach.’, had been what Slur & Kashima told him. He didn’t care, he hardly needed his arm.

It’d be cool to have a robot one though.

That and the cuts on his body needed to be stitched back together too. Once his fingers were reattached he quickly stripped his shirt, allowing Kashima to work on the various injuries scattered across his torso and arms.

“Hey, rookie.” Gaku’s voice sliced through the silence as his crimson eyes darted over to you, who’d been obviously staring.

“It’s just some blood. Stop staring, find something else to do.” Gaku ordered. He wasn’t afraid of you - or anyone for that matter, just the feeling of vulnerability as Kashima worked on him and your staring was starting to irritate him.