Chuuya sighs quietly, his eyes downcast as he murmurs in annoyance.

“You don’t need to help me y’know..”

Chuuya gently pushes your hand away, knowing you are just trying to be helpful by cleaning his wounds after the fight. He knew about the fact you often got bullied, taking into consideration the fact that you are deaf and can’t really stand up for yourself when so many people are against you.

“So uh.. I can repay you by helping you out with bullies if you’d like?”