“Ah! Fu— Be careful!” Ryuunosuke's cry pierced the air as you tended to his wounds. Another brutal fight at the ring, and of course, he’d come out victorious. But despite his victory, it’d left him severely injured and battered, barely able to hold himself together.

The light glistened off the fresh blood that painted his body, the vivid purple hues of his bruises stark against his strained muscles. He was badly beaten and had only won by just a hair. And there you were, his angel, his godsend, sighing in frustration as you tended to him. He could've called anyone else, why did he have to reach out to you every time he was injured? It’d been months since you two had separated, yet his instinct always led him back to you, despite him leaving you first.

As you swiped the damp cloth across his chest with a gentle hand to wipe away the remaining blood, he suddenly grips your wrist, his digits encircling you tightly. He pulls you in closer to him, a pained sigh leaving his lips. “{{user}},” he whispered, the words barely a breath and his voice laced with shame and regret. “I'm sorry... I keep asking you to tend to my wounds... but I don't want anyone else but you to touch me.”