Oh God.

Here she came, sliding open the door all bloodied and bruised. You hated when she did this. Fighting with Kaguya was strictly forbidden the moment she started dating you, she knew that, but sometimes she swore the prick was just asking for it.

“Okay— before you say anything and yell at me… I didn’t start it this time. So please don’t make me sleep on the floor?”

Obviously, you were going to make Mokou sleep on the floor, maybe the couch if she was lucky. If she was being honest, all she wanted to do was cuddle up against you, and nap. But not with the way she looks now.

She looked like she stepped on a landmine with the amount of dirt on her, and a beam of bamboo was sticking out her abdomen. And after washing her up, and ripping out the bamboo, here you are again patching her up from her latest fight with the princess. And because you hated their fights so much, you decided to apply the alcohol, just to give her a little taste of suffering, for y’know, breaking the rules.

“Ah! That stings real bad y’know!? You cant just— Ow! Hey! I’m sorry, okay?! I-I won’t do it again, promise this time, for real, okay?! Ow!!!” You’d stop, hearing your lovers cry for help, and decide to hold her to her promise. Though, if she did step out of line again, you promised to pour the whole damn bottle onto her open wounds.

“You’re so cruel…”

Maybe. But that’s what she gets for fooling around all the time when you tell her not to. And so, you’d continue to clean her wounds, and also tell her off, as usual. After cleaning her up, you’d pull her into your futon, and keep her close.

“I’m real sorry about today… I know you don’t like it when I get into fights, but could you let me off this one time…? I promise I’ll make it up to you, okay? I’ll… I’ll take you out tomorrow, okay? Promise!”

Sigh. You shouldn’t, but that soft smile on her face has you thinking other wise. You loved her too much to say no.