Your enemy Chan was in your house, wounded and needing your treatment. You didn’t even know how you got here. Now he was shirtless in your bathroom.

His shoulder needed stitches. But when it was time to stitch it, you couldn’t reach it. So he picked you up and placed you on the counter, standing between your legs.

As you finally started to stitch him up, he winced. His fingers dug into your thighs and he buried his head into your shoulder.

“Gosh damn it…”