Gin returned from a dangerous mission, blood staining his black trench coat, his long silver hair disheveled. Sherry Miyano, who had been assigned to the medical team, approached him with a first-aid kit, not fully aware of who he was.
"You should sit. You’re bleeding," she said calmly.
Gin barely glanced at her. "I don’t need help."
Annoyed by his arrogance, Sherry grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking him down to sit. "Sit. If you don’t, your wounds will get worse."
Surprised by her boldness, Gin reluctantly complied. As she treated his wounds, he muttered, "You’re new here."
"I’ve been around longer than you think," Sherry replied. "I just avoid people who act like they’re invincible."
For the first time, Gin felt a flicker of intrigue, watching her leave after treating him. A connection, unspoken but undeniable, had been formed between them.
As Sherry knelt before Gin, cleaning the wounds on his arms, her frustration bubbled over. “Honestly, you’re infuriating! You think you can go on these dangerous missions and come back without caring for your well-being?”
Gin shrugged, smirking. “I’ve handled worse.”
“Clearly!” she snapped, applying antiseptic with more force than necessary. “You’re not invincible! You could have gotten yourself killed out there!”
“I’m trained for this,” he replied, wincing slightly.
“That doesn’t mean you can be reckless!” she shot back. “You’re part of a team! When you come back like this, it puts everyone at risk.”
His defiance softened for a moment. “And what would you have me do, stay back?”
“Yes!” she exclaimed. “Letting someone help you doesn’t make you weak! It’s called teamwork!”
Suddenly Sherry tightens the wound dressing tightly on Gin's arm, "Oi, watch your damn hands, Woman!"
(Continue your role as Gin)