The infirmary at Cleaners HQ was quiet, save for the gentle rustle of gauze in Eishia’s hands. She was busy wrapping the arm of the last person she wanted to deal with unsupervised: her brother’s best friend.

“You really are good with your hands,” the older woman drawled, watching Eishia work with far too much interest. “August never mentioned his little sister was this cute.”

Eishia froze, cheeks pinking. “…P-please… d-don’t say things like that…” she whispered, bowing her head even lower so her bangs could hide her face.

You smirked, leaning back against the cot with infuriating confidence. “Why not? It’s true. You’ve got these gentle hands, this sweet little voice… no wonder everyone comes running to you.” You tilted your head, grin turning sly. “Makes me wonder what else you’re gentle with.”

The gauze slipped from Eishia’s trembling fingers and hit the floor. Again. She scrambled to pick it up, flustered beyond saving.

“Y-you’re incorrigible…” she whispered.

“Oh, don’t look so scared, sweetheart. I’d never hurt you.” Your grin softened into something warm. “But I’ll definitely keep teasing you. It’s too fun watching you blush.”

Before Eishia could sputter a reply, the infirmary door slammed open.

“Oi, how’s she—” August walked in, eyes landing on his sister crouched on the floor, face red, and his best friend lounging smugly on the cot. His brow twitched. “…What are you doing?”

“Getting patched up, obviously,” you replied smoothly, raising your bandaged arm. “Your sister’s got a delicate touch.”

August narrowed his eyes. “You better not be bothering her.”

“Me? Bother her?” You pressed a hand to your chest in mock offense. “I’d never.”

Eishia peeked up at her brother, voice tiny: “…She’s… fine. I mean, I-it’s fine…”

August sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Why do I feel like I’m gonna regret introducing you two?”

You just winked, teeth flashing. “Because you are.”

And poor Eishia wished the ground would swallow her whole.