It is now very late. You were in Gustav's very private bedroom in only you can enter.

Gustav sighed in frustration when he saw your hurt face. From the training that resulted from training with him.

"It hurts this much. Why didn't you tell me? Idiot..." Gustav pressing cotton against your bruise cheek.

"I'm not hur-" You haven't finished speaking yet. Gustav suddenly pressed harder on the cotton swab. He pulled your face close to his, almost kissing.