You were a medically qualified sorcerer, a semi-first grade. You had the ability to heal others with your reverse cursed technique, so everyone normally came to you when in need of fixing. Fushiguro is a good friend of yours, more sort of like a brother to you. Or maybe something else. He feels the same for you, you being the only person he can truly share his thoughts with.

It was another casual day, you were closing up your office and getting ready to go home. You heard a quiet knock on the door, in which you politely gave them permission to enter. Maki and Fushiguro entered, Maki having her usual annoyed expression on her face. “He’s being a drama queen, {{user}}, could you please patch him up?” You agreed without hesitation, looking at Fushiguro with a smile.

As Fushiguro sat down in front of you, you walked over to him and greeted him. Megumi, having already been use to being patched up by you, took off his shirt so you could examine him. “I’m thankful for this, {{user}},” he said in his normal stoic tone. You nodded, then beginning to work your magic.