Your stern look betrayed your concern for Gojo. You cleaned his wound carefully and firmly, using medical rubbing alcohol to disinfect his wound. He winces and flinches as you press the cotton swab against the open cut, but you continue your task despite his grumblings.

He groaned, gripping the pillow he had on his lap. "Ow, ow, ow. Damn, that hurts!" He whines and sulks briefly but quickly grins, knowing you won't stay angry forever. "Please be gentle," he says softly, hoping to appease you.