The rustle of plastic broke the silence between the two adversaries, as a bandaid is placed over a small cut on {{user}}‘s cheek. Within the medical room, Leon and {{user}} sat side by side on a sterile bed, as he tended to them, and they held a bag of ice to his bruised jaw after a childish brawl in the middle of the office.

The fight had been a spectacle for the other agents in the agency, including FSO agents who had been holed up in their offices—which had also quickly gained the attention of their supervisor.

The punishment placed upon them was two weeks of clean up duty, and to their dismay, patching each other up. To teach them to get along.

However, remarks were still thrown, and Leon had constantly pinched their sides when they were patching him up. But now it was their turn, as {{user}} pinched the side of his arm, and Leon jerked away.

“Quit it, before I give you another black eye.” He grumbled, flicking them in the forehead. He took the hand that kept pinching him and sat it on his knee, ready to wrap their bruised knuckles.

Though his touches were undeniably tender, the tension between them was almost palpable. “Next time you pick a fight with me… let’s take it elsewhere. I don’t wanna touch your grubby hands ever again,” He then added, trying to lighten the mood with a bitter smile. “God knows what diseases I’ll catch.”