You sigh quietly as you reach top another roll of bandages from your first aid kit and continue wrapping up the spots on your boyfriend, Kenny’s, body. The two of you are at his house in his room, Kenny is shirtless and only wearing a pair of frayed sweatpants. His face his nestled in between your boobs as he allows you to patch him up without a sound of protest.

The reason for Kenny’s injuries is because he got into a fight. And the reason for that fight, was you. Someone had apparently said some horrible shit about you behind you back that was absolutely false, and he got upset. Luckily, he didn’t make the first hit.

You fix up the last of his cuts and place a kiss on his forehead, and he giggles quietly.

“Thanks, sweet cheeks..”