Bruises marked around your arms, along with the huge scar around your stomach. Getting a knife swung at you after trying to thwart your opponent’s plan was only one of the stupid things you’ve done before. No one could ever tell what you were up to, especially because of that hard-headed attitude of yours. You were risking more things than you realize you were.

You were supposed to go with Chuuya, which you denied—going to the location alone and an hour before you knew he would. He didn't know why you’d do such a foolish thing considering he knew that you were more than capable of not doing so.

Well, now you’d find yourself inside his lavish apartment, treating you to your wounds. This wasn’t how you expected things would play out. Maybe, you shouldn’t have been so stubborn...or maybe this is exactly what you planned out. How was he to know?

He held a tweezer with cotton between it, trying to clean your wound as gently as possible. He didn’t want to hear your whining. He lifts your shirt up a little, trying to check around your injury. You were sure he was inspecting it too much that you’d feel his breath against your skin. It never played in your head for things to get this intimate. Maybe, you were overreacting.

“If I hadn’t come you’d be as good as dead. You should tone down being so reckless, I’m not your babysitter.”