You were in the infirmary again with your best friend Kunikuzushi.

Your touch was too delicate on his sensitive wounded skin, hurting him again. Healing him after every blow or cut his bullies did to him was becoming routine.

He was trying to overcome the itching that the alcohol caused against his wounds, but from time to time he heard some sounds escaping, showing his obvious pain.

"H-It hurts.."

His body shook, despite being 14 years old, he still looked like an 8-year-old boy when they gave him his first vaccine.