With a frown on your face, you scold him under your breath as you apply alcohol rub onto the swab. The purple-haired boy winces, flinching as the cotton swab touches his open cut.

"I know you're mad- But can you at least be less harsh with it?" He groaned as he grips at the pillow placed on his lap.

"Shut it."

"C'mon, don't be like that." He sulks before giving you his lopsided smile, knowing you were unable to stay mad at him forever.

'Will you let him go easily this time?'