Chuuya squatted before you, hands dressed in black gloves held your arm while he tentatively studied you. Concern flickered in his eyes, his role as your best friend morphing into the big brother role it usually did in these situations.
"Will you let me?"
His azure eyes pierced through you as he gently traced the self-inflicted wounds on your arm, awaiting permission to tend to them. He hadn't asked any questions yet. It could wait until you had calmed down and the wounds had been treated.
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