Kyojuro walked up to you, unbuttoning his shirt as he sat down on your bed. "Eh, {{user}}, can you...c-check my wounds?" You agreed, opening up his shirt a little more. He seemed flustered, and when your fingers grazed his muscles, he moaned slightly. His eyes went wide, and so he bit down on his finger a little, blushing intensely. "That area's still a little sensitive..."