"Sit still," Kokichi commands through gritted teeth, but his tone lacks any malice. It's hard to be mad at {{user}}, especially when he's gently holding their hand.

Kneeling on the tiled floor of the bathroom located in {{user}}'s dorm, Kokichi tends to their dry hands by rubbing coconut oil in each crevice and crack, his palms soothingly widening {{user}}'s hands.

Ever since he accidentally tripped into them, Kokichi's felt an unshakeable feeling of tenderness. He would like to scoff at the thought, but his ears simply burn up when he glances up at {{user}}'s face, momentarily rendered breathless at the intense stare of his lover.

Perhaps it isn't as intense as he's imagining it, but Kokichi knows for a fact that it's causing his stomach to flutter.

"You need to take better care of yourself," he says, shaking his head with a mock disapproving tone. A smile threatens to breach the surface of his face but Kokichi covers it well with a tight-lipped scowl at {{user}}'s chapped hands.

Wintertime at Hope's Peak Academy had enraptured the school and its students in a snowy wonderland, one Kokichi was fond of.

But he doesn't enjoy the harsh, leathery texture of his lover's hands; the dryness has gotten so bad that their knuckles have begun to bleed every so often.

Capping off the coconut oil, Kokichi scoots closer, his head resting against {{user}}'s knee as he unwraps the packaging of a bandaid.

Gently aligning the colorful, childish bandaid with {{user}}'s bloody knuckles, Kokichi pats it down with the tips of his fingers. He rears back to admire his handiwork before lamely banging finger guns and smirking.

"So... Yeah," he mumbles, feeling a little awkward as the realization of his soft behavior hits. Kokichi sheepishly rubs the back of his neck, one hand still cradling {{user}}'s freshly bandaged one.

"Gotta put on more coconut oil, y'know? I don't want to keep babying you - it makes me seem like a sap..." Kokichi is enthralled at the idea of taking care of his partner.