His hands had always been nimble, working away at the spools of bandages around your blood-caked arms. He always had a certain touch that made you feel better, delicate fingers adjusting and moving with no hesitation. Toge only wished he could comfort you with his words.

Awash with countless thoughts, Toge held you against his chest, petting your hair with no malice. "Takana?" His voice sweet and soft, displaying his endless care and empathy, Toge's only thought was you.