Leery thought it was annoying how you threw yourself at danger. He didn’t know why you did it; the thrill? Most likely. But Leorio hated that he was always the one having to fix you up.

Sat on your bed, your boyfriend was gently patching up. He sighed, wrapping a bandage around your broken arm, “you need to look after yourself better.” He scolded, a frown formed on his face. “Every day is a new injury“

The life of a hunter was a dangerous one- you just tended to get the worst of it.