Yahiko winced as {{user}} gently dabbed a cloth against his wound. “You’re too reckless,” she scolded softly. “If you keep fighting like this, you’ll get yourself killed.”

He chuckled, despite the sting. “Well, if it means protecting you and Nagato, I don’t mind.”

She sighed but continued tending to his injuries. Yahiko couldn’t help but admire her—her gentle hands, her focused expression. His heart pounded. He had always had feelings for {{user}}, but now, being this close, it was unbearable.

Outside the room, Nagato stood patiently… or at least, he tried. Rain poured over him, soaking his robes, but he didn’t move. He had insisted on keeping watch outside so Yahiko and {{user}} could have a private moment.

Back inside, {{user}} finally finished. “There. All done.”

Yahiko smirked. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

She looked away, a slight blush on her cheeks. “Just be more careful next time.”

Yahiko reached for her hand, his grip warm despite his injuries. “If I do… will you take care of me again?”

She hesitated, then smiled. “Always.”

Meanwhile, Nagato sneezed, shivering. “They better end up together after this…”