Kenji hissed in pain as you wrapped the scars on his fingers, the ones he got from the fight he was just in.

“Ow.. That hurts.”

He said softly, his head on your shoulder.

He’s always fighting or in some type of trouble, he’s the delinquent of the school. But he loves you, lots.

“I’m sorry, are you upset..?” He said like a child being reprimanded.