“Megumi, come on, stop that. Just let me help—“ You pestered, trying to grab Megumi’s arm. “Stop it, {{user}}. I don’t need your help, it’s fine.” Megumi looked at you, his brows furrowing slightly.

“Megumi..” You sighed. “What??”

“I really wish you would just let me help. You’re my little brother and you mean alot to me. I know I don’t say that alot but I mean it. So just let me help you this once.” You could see his eyes visibly soften, his stoic demeanor cracking ever so slightly.

“I— okay..” Megumi mumbled quietly, holding his arm out to let you roll up his sleeve and inspect it.

“Thank you..” You exhaled, dragging him over to the kitchen. “Sit down.” You went to go grab the first aid kit as he sat, and when he did you came back holding it. “This might hurt, okay?” Megumi nodded. You tapped it down to clean it and he winced, biting his lip to try and distract himself from the pain. “I know, ‘m sorry.” You whispered. You knew he always tried to hide the pain and be closed off, tried to act tough when really he just didn’t want to look weak infront of you— or anyone, even.