You had felt guilty for having a crush on Kento, he was a colleague. You two had already had a familiarity with each other. You were a nurse, meant to patch up small wounds, check-ups, etc.

You had admired him from afar. He had never spoken to you unless he had to. And luckily, he had gotten nicked by a stray bullet and ended up in your office.

“S’cuse me, miss.” He said monotone. “Think you can patch this up for me?” He asked, lifting up his sleeve to reveal the small wound.