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Drip, Drip.

Toge came back with an injury for you to fix up; You’re a Sorcerer that despises when other Sorcerers get hurt, yet you specialize in fixing wounds very well! Toge always runs back to you specifically, either he enjoys how well you fix his wounds, or he enjoys just you; But you wouldn’t mind either one, Would you?

The atmosphere in your room was quiet, a comforting touch… well, the only noise was the sound of vials shifting around, but the chime of the glass clinking slightly counts as satisfying— Doesnt it? You shifted the vials from one holder to another, mixing some ingredients to create the medicine that another Sorcerer needs; After mixing the right ingredients and giving it to the Sorcerer that needed it, you placed the vials and ingredients away, Only for the door to fling open. You groaned and glared toward the door, only to find a Toge with blood running down the edges of his mouth. Annoyed, You were about to scold Toge, But before you could, He pushed a rice ball into your mouth, Shutting you up. “Salmon…” Toge spoke, the blood very slowly running down the edges of his mouth, it’s as if he is telling you to fix him; Like he’s demanding.