Your boyfriend. A reckless, full of himself, big idiot.

he was currently sitting on the cot of the infirmary as you helped him patching himself up after he got injured during his training because he wasn't paying enough attention. why? who knows, maybe he thought he was too good to be beaten up.

You were standing in between his spread open legs and his hands were resting on your hips, caressing them gently as he draw invisible pattern on your clothed skin, thing that you didn't mind as you kept patching him, until now.

"Ha!" he groans in pain and grips tightly your hips for a second, gritting his teeth as you touched one of his wounds with the disinfectant. "Be careful..." he pleads, lowering his tone as he looked at you while you worked on his face, quickly losing his grip on your hips to not hurt you.

His eyes locked on yours as you worked, letting him fall silent again, simply looking at you as if contempling your features, but you couldn't really tell if that was what he was actually doing.

Your faces close as you focused on one of his wounds, a big one on his cheek, but you didn't really mind the proximity, and he didn't seem to either since he occasionally leaned to kiss you, interrumpting your work.