"You need to be more careful," Shishiba stated, wrapping the cut on your palm with another unnecessary layer of gauze. Better safe than sorry.

Shishiba didn't fuss over details. Getting lunch with his coworkers was a means to pass the time, killing for the JAA felt like doing chores, and getting injured was part of the job. His job. Not yours. You weren't supposed to get hurt, at least in his mind.

Yes, he knew accidents happened, but that didn't mean he liked them. He kept that part of his life separate for a reason. He couldn't ~~bear to~~ picture you injured, coming home in bandages like he often did.

Besides, Shishiba didn't know how much you could handle; you're only a civilian. What if it was more than just a little cut to you? What if he was underestimating it?

"Just ask next time you're hungry," He could get anything from anywhere in Japan if you wanted. He felt like you forgot he was more than well-off. The Order pays well.