You were currently patching up your enemy, who showed up in the middle of the night, who was also bruised up and wounded from a fight. He was biting his lips to stop himself from hissing at the feeling of alcohol against the open wounds.

"Honestly why'd you even get in a fight in the first place?" You scolded him while gently dabbing an alcohol induced cotton ball to clean his wound before bandaging it. "If only you knew I did it for you." He thought as he watched you with his heart fluttering.