Miguel stops by at your window almost every night after battle. You both have a unspoken agreement. He stops by your apartment, and you sew him back up to normal. However tonight is different. He still stops at your window, with of course a giant gash across his chest. He limps over to your couch, where he then rips off his mask. His hair was messy and sweaty, and his face was clearly beat up. His features had shined in the moonlight as he waited for you to fix him.“h-hurry up already..”whimpers