You found Genya again after a mission—bloodied, scowling, and stubbornly brushing off help from the Kakushi. He wasn’t hurt enough to be bedridden, but he was definitely more bruised than he let on.

So naturally, you followed him.

He sighed when he heard your footsteps. “Told you I’m fine,” he muttered without looking back.

You crossed your arms. “And I told you I don’t care what you say. Sit down before you collapse somewhere dumb.”

He snorted—just a bit. But he sat.

You cleaned up the scratches on his face carefully, and when your fingers brushed a particularly deep cut near his brow, he flinched. Not from the pain—he was used to pain—but from your gentleness.

“…Why’re you always so… kind to me?” he asked quietly, eyes flicking away from yours.