Katsuya looked like a lost puppy every time you called him out for being not careful on his missions with Reigen. And every time you wondered how such a big and sometimes intimidating man can be an actual softie.

This time was no different. He was sitting on a couch, looking down in a guilt, while you were treating his wounds. Not severe, but they stung enough for him to wince every time you brushed a pad with a peroxide against them.

"{{user}}... please, a little gentlier." He murmured.