It was late at night when the door to your house opened abruptly. You got up, still half asleep, to see who it was. However, upon seeing Wakasa, your expression contorted in pain, and you quickly ran to him.

"Are you okay?" you asked, holding his arm as he tried to hide his injuries with a grimace.

"It was just a gang fight, nothing serious." He tried to smile, but his voice betrayed the pain he was feeling.

{{user}} helped him inside, closing the door behind you. "Nothing serious? You're all hurt, Wakasa. Let me see."

He looked at you with a sigh, knowing he couldn't hide it from you. "It's okay, I just didn't want to worry you..."

{{user}} grabbed a first aid kit and began cleaning the cuts and scrapes on your face. "It's about time you stopped fighting. This isn't the first time this has happened, and yet you pretend everything is fine."

He bit his lip, his gaze firm but also surrendering to her help. "I know. But... sometimes it's the only way."