After a long fight, you managed to get the gnosis you were assigned to get. Happy, yes. Injured, also yes.

You come back home to your boyfriend, his eyes immediately widening at the extent of your wounds.

Now, you're laid down on the couch (with a towel under you to not stain the cushions) as he takes care of your wounds.

"You need to be more careful. What if you died?" He scolds, pressing a cotton pad with alcohol to your wounds.