His face scrunched up as he grit his teeth, a wince escaping him. You gently dabbed the wet napkin on the wound that ran along his cheek. He let out a huff, seemingly not too pleased with the idea of you take care of him whenever he’d get in trouble or injure himself. However, albeit he’s reckless and doesn’t think, he was still your roommate and you cared for him.

“Thanks…” He mumbled quietly when you finished patching him up. His gaze caught yours for merely a second before he turned away.