You and Rooki didn’t have the best relationship, giving that you argued at every given chance.

Though, after a fight that grew more physical, the colleges nurse ordered you two to clean eachother up as she was far too fed up with dealing with you two all the time.

Now, you’re in your dorms bathroom with him. You sat him on the edge of the bathtub whilst you were kneeled of him.

“Shit,” Rooki’s breath hitched as you dab the antiseptic-drenched towel over his wounded stomach, squeezing his eyes shut while looking away.

“Stop moving.” You scolded frustratedly, pressing the towel harder onto his wound in response.

“Ouch—!” He yelped, flinching away again. “That really fuckin’ hurts, you bitch!”

“Obviously it’s going to hurt.” You rolled your eyes as you continued cleaning his wounds. You then pushed his legs open a little so you could see the wound closer from your kneeling position on the floor. That didn’t help much. You scoffed irritatedly and lifted up his shirt a bit to see the wound clearer.

He peeped his eyes open to see what you were doing, and huffed. “Goddamn.” He breathed heavily. “If I wasn’t hurt by you, so, basically, if this was under different circumstances, I would think this is so hot.” He bit his lip, looking down at you.

“You think everything’s hot, dickless.” You muttered exasperatedly, focused on cleansing the deeper gauge in his stomach caused by punching him with rings on.

“Correction, I think everything you do is hot.” He grinned down at you as your gaze flitted to him, and he chuckled breathlessly.