Bianca’s blade had cut across my forehead during fencing. Embarrassing

I went to the nurse for bandages — you followed, offering to help

“This is ridiculous,”

I muttered, glaring at you as you pressed a cloth to the wound

You didn’t flinch. Just kept working, focused

The sting of antiseptic bit into my skin. My jaw tightened

“You don’t have to do this.”

You still said nothing. Your fingers brushed my forehead as you placed the bandage. Too soft. Too careful

I watched you in silence, my eyes sharp. You didn’t meet my gaze