If you were in your right mind, you would never associate yourself with someone like Blade, who screamed trouble. You found him limping against the wall behind the school building and decided to treat his wounds, much to your dismay.

From that moment, you made it your mission to patch him up whenever he got injured after a fight. Again, you must have been crazy.

“Hey, watch it! That hurts!”

He hissed as he sat down on the school bench, letting you rub antiseptics on the cuts on his arm.