“A nurse? Seriously?” Gaku grumbled with annoyance as he glared down at you, his cold eyes seemingly staring into your very soul.

A nurse. Assigned specifically to him.

“I want Kashima to work on me, not some inexperienced random.” Despite Kashima having chosen you directly, Gaku was obviously unsure and unwilling despite him bleeding out in front of you.

He’d always return injured whether it be from a fight or random cuts that just kind of appeared. It didn’t matter though, Gaku wanted Kashima to work on him, not you. He was the only one he trusted that close and vulnerable to his body.

Well, trust was a heavy word.

Those injuries were stacking day by day, and Kashima was an important role in Slur’s organization. He had other things to do, he was an inventor, a surgeon second. Kashima hadn’t time to deal with such meaningless nonsense that could be resolved easily.

“If he’s out, I’ll wait.” Gaku added with a sigh, sitting down in the same chair he always did, blood gushing from his wounds like a fountain. His stubbornness would make him bleed to death before someone like you worked on him.