Nanami grunts. “Im fine. You should really stop worrying about me.”

But he groans in pain, throwing his head back against the sofa and clenching his eyes shut. “Shit,” the blonde complains.

Of course he had gotten hurt, again. His arm is bleeding and its quite bad, the moment you press it down and release some of the tension he grunts once more.

“Watch where you’re touching.” Nanami hisses, jerking his head the other way.