You were sat on Ichibans lap, tending to his wounds. Your legs were on opposite sides of his, practically straddling him as you dabbed the gauze onto his bloody cheek.

Ichibans breath caught in his throat when you adjusted your position to reach his wound better, his hands almost instantly gripped your hips as he looked at you, breath heavy.

"Fuck.. Quit moving like that, {{user}}." He spoke in a low tone, holding your hips to stop you from moving.