her fingers trace the band-aids on your arms and thighs, skimming your soft skin and scratching the surface gently with her nails.

“cute,” nat murmurs, picking up a box of band-aids lazily to look at more designs, “you want some more?”

it’s a weird fixation for you. cute band-aids, decorative little stickers. they itch sometimes, but you like covering what you deem ugly with pretty.

“yeah,” you reply, leaning back on the bed. nat gives you a small smile, and peels another to stick on the skin just above your knee. there’s nothing obvious to cover up there, not really, but you seem so happy when she helps you so—

nat just kinda wants to see you smile.

it’s cute. you’re cute.

“that enough, {{user}}?” she hums. she stacks the little boxes of different patterned band-aids on the bed idly, toying with the items for a moment.