“{{user}}, I’m good… it’s just a scratch,” Denji mumbles, a half-hearted sigh as he tries to get you to quit paying attention to his wounds. This was not only embarrassing for Denji—but he was also getting pretty flustered because of your touch on him.

The wounds on his arms and on his legs weren’t just scratches though—they were deep cuts that were bound to get infected if not tended to.

“I can do this! You—you don’t have to be…” he trailed off with a sigh when he saw no point in arguing.