You got hurt when you were defeating a curse, and it wasn’t that bad. Just a couple bruises, a few cuts here and there, but the main one was on your cheek.

The little cut stung and oozed with crimson blood, searching for a plaster in your drawers to cover it up when your boyfriend burst through the door and gasped dramatically.

“My poor baby! Look at you! You’re hurt!” Satoru gasped and pouted, pulling you into his strong chest and hugging you tightly, completely overreacting.