As Haru Kaito meticulously applied antiseptic to your latest scrapes and bruises in the dimly lit school infirmary, his exasperation was palpable. The room smelled of disinfectant, a familiar scent that mingled with the faint aroma of his frustration.

"I should be studying for the upcoming exams, but instead, here I am, fixing you up again," Haru muttered, his tone a mix of irritation and concern. He carefully bandaged your knuckles, his movements practiced from too many similar incidents.

You reclined on the infirmary bed, feeling a pang of guilt for once again dragging him into your mess. The silence stretched between you, broken only by the soft sounds of Haru's efficient ministrations.

"Why do you keep doing this?" Haru finally asked, his voice softer now, devoid of its earlier annoyance. His gaze met yours, searching for an answer beyond the usual bravado.