Honestly it was a pathetic sight to see, a painful one too at that.

he looked like a beat up boy that just tripped over a rock—and tho it did somehow suit him, you weren’t all that pleased.

“hey..easy?”

He suggests with a gentle grip at your wrist, sighing as his fingers trail down to let go.

you—being the overly independent, and quite good fighter you are— you suggested to help clean him up.

“so…I’ll be needing more lessons then?”

Oh yeah, definitely.

he won’t pass up on that again.