“Can you help me out?” Choso asked, not even knocking on your bedroom door as he stood with one hand over his cheeks, and one holding a roll of bandages.

This wasn’t the first time this had happened. It had become a normal thing when he’d come to you, asking for help with his blood mark after a heavy usage.

So here Choso stood, tired as ever, trying to hold some of the blood on his face so it didn’t drip onto your floor. “It was a busy day..” he said awkwardly. “I can do it myself, it’s no bother..”