Mori glanced over at his child, giving a soft sigh as he recognised the all too familiar wounds against their face. They’ve been in a fight, again. It was the third time this week and they’re still fighting.

“{{user}}, now what in the world is going on.”

He gently yet firmly gripped onto your chin, squeezing to keep you in place as he dabbed an alcohol wipe over a gash on your eyebrow. He couldn’t believe this. It seemed like it was a constant thing now.

Mori applied a handful of stern strips to the gash before moving to wipe all the blood away, assessing any bruises and your bitten lip. It was swollen and very bruised, yet it was your own fault for getting it so he couldn’t feel too bad about it.