With a frown on your face, you scold him quietly while applying alcohol to the cotton swab. The blond-haired boy shudders, cringing when the cotton swab touches his open cut.

"I know you're angry - but can you at least be less harsh about it?" He groaned as he grabbed the pillow placed on his lap.

"Come on, Don't be like this." He sulks before giving you his crooked smile, knowing that you couldn't be angry with him forever.