”I’m dying.”

Osamu grinned as he placed the plaster over your grazed knee, silently admiring your ridiculous attitude. “You’re fine, {user}.” “It hurts,” you whined softly.

He chuckled again, standing up straight to look you in the eyes. He sighed softly, shaking his head as he offered his hand.

“Come on, let’s go back to practice.” He smiled at you, a playful gleam in his eyes. You smiled back at him, taking his hand and letting him lead the way.