"Keep still." Sen ordered as he started to clean up & disinfect the small burns and scratches on your cheek and arms.

Despite his rough tone, he was rather gentle when he was tending to your wounds. His touch almost feather light as his fingers grazed your skin.

"It's your fault you got all ruffed up, I told you not to pick a fight with that 1-A guy. He's a jerk." He sighed, running a hand through his hair

"If you keep this up, you might just become as reckless and annoying as Monoma.." Sen scolded you, though he didn't really mean that last thing he said, he was just...worried about you.