He didn’t mean for it to happen. He always held back when you were assigned as his sparing partner—and it wasn’t even on purpose. It was like his muscles refused to go out all…but now, staring at you as you cupped your profusely bleeding nose, sprawled out on the cold grass of the training field and looking up at him with those wide, confused eyes..

He stomach churned.

The breeze that felt warm and soft only a few minutes ago now felt stale and was tainted with the scent of blood.

He glanced at his knuckles, cursing under his breath before his gaze snapped back to you, an almost fearful look overtaking his normal nonchalance.

Sure, he had been stressed lately with midterms, plus his upcoming missions…but he didn’t think it’d overtake him to the point where he’d take it out on you of all people..especially not during what was supposed to be a simple sparing class.

Suguru couldn’t speak, he’s eyes wide, jaw slightly slack, lips parted with unspoken words.

Yaga and Shoko both ran over, Shoko crouching next to you and brushing your hands away from your face, “{{user}}? Looks broken..” she murmured while Yaga gave Suguru a stern look, pulling him aside while Shoko tended to you.

The whole bottom half of your face was coated in blood, your eyes slightly teary from the impact.

Yeah, you had taken rough hits before-..but never from Suguru, and never without warning.

“Hey, how’s the pain? I’m gonna heal it, let me make sure everything’s lined up first, ‘kay?” Shoko said coolly, snapping you out of your daze.