Chuuya's hands gently danced over the self-inflicted injuries on {{user}}s arm, as you sat on the edge of your bed. Bandages were spread out around the bed, stained red. Despite Chuuya's very furious front, he was a gentle guy at heart. When he saw your arms, he insisted on bandaging them. His hands moved to grab a fresh roll of gauze. "Oh {{user}}...you idiot." He spoke softly.