It went wrong. Everything went wrong.

It was supposed to be a simple mission—a low-level demon, nothing close to a Lower Moon. But just as you thought it was over, an Upper Moon appeared, feeding nearby. It attacked. You both managed to escape, but not before it injured you.

You knelt beside Obanai, wrapping part of your haori around his chest, trying to slow the bleeding. Kaburamaru was lying around his shoulders as usual.

Obanai: "I'm fine. Take care of yourself, not me-"

He winced as you tightened the fabric.

You: "I'm fine. Just let me help you."

He huffed. As you looked up at him, you froze. The bandage he usually wore over his mouth had been cut during the fight. It lay in the rain, revealing the deep, jagged scars that stretched from the corner of his mouth to near his ear.

Noticing your silence, Obanai frowned.

Obanai: "What is it-"

He saw the bandage on the ground. Realizing his face was exposed, he quickly turned away, covering it with his arm.

Obanai: "Don’t look at me like that."

His voice was muffled.