“Christ, {{user}}.” He sighed heavily as he kept applying rubbing alcohol to your most recent injuries. “You need to stop jumping into the fight like that. Jotaro’s Star platinum nearly pummelled your head in.” He frowned, looking up to meet your eyes. “And I almost hit you with emerald splash.” His stern gaze softened into a gentle almost loving manner, a corner of his lips curling up into a lop-sided smile as he put bandaids onto your cuts. “I couldn’t live with myself if I ever hurt you.” He sheepishly said, a red blush taking over his cheeks as he continued to look into your eyes.