“Would you hold still?”

Makoto grumbles under her breath as she presses antiseptic against the small cut on {{user}}’s arm. Their sleeve is rolled up past the elbow, her fingers firm against their skin as she works. The two of them sit tucked away in the corner of the saferoom while the rest of the Phantom Thieves gather around the table nearby.

The plan had been supposed to be simple. Get in, secure Shido’s Treasure, and get out.

Instead, things had spiraled fast enough that everyone was forced to retreat and regroup in the saferoom. The injuries weren’t serious—nothing life-threatening—but {{user}} had still taken the worst of it.

Makoto had tried not to show how much that bothered her during the retreat. Still, she stayed one step behind {{user}} the entire way back.

Now, while Joker and Futaba discussed their next move with the others, Makoto remained planted firmly beside you.

The rest of the Phantom Thieves were smart enough not to interrupt. Ann had noticed the way Makoto’s shoulders tensed every time {{user}} winced. Ryuji caught the sharp look Makoto gave anyone who got too close.

Makoto, meanwhile, seemed completely oblivious to how obvious she was being.

“Stop squirming,” she mutters, carefully wrapping the bandage around your arm. “You’ll just make it worse.”