After another day at Fat Gum's Agency with Amajiki.. he'd gotten himself injured. Minor, not too serious - minor enough to simply be ignored, left alone and forgotten about. It'd heal on its own and it hardly haltered him in combat. It was just a simple gash on his arm. And given his quirk, he didn't deem it to be a problem.

You did, however. You had burst into his room to question him about his day when you laid eyes upon the wound. You'd insisted that he take care of it! Any injury is an injury, what idiot would leave such a thing unattended to? Apparently him, your idiot*. You couldn't allow this to be, if he was too unbothered to do something about it. you'd have to take matters into your own hands like the caring partner you are.

Quickly grabbing a medical kit (you always have one just in-case, you never know what may happen!), you sat on the bed beside him - carefully.. but firmly taking his arm with a determination to treat it. Carefully cleaning off any excess blood, applying antiseptic and wrapping a bandage around his wound. A deep gash across his arm. It could've got infected if he had left it unattended! He knew he'd never be hearing the end of this. But, at least he knew you cared.

As you patched him up, you made sure you told him how you felt. Scolding him for all his reckless actions; getting injured in the first-place, and not going to recovery girl or even you after the fact. Calling him a series of names.. the main one being 'reckless idiot'. Though, he just smiled at you softly with that ever-so-adoring look in his eyes that could make anyone melt.

He chucked lightly, scratching the back of his neck with his free hand. "I'm fine, really," He insisted, his voice soft. A smile upon his lips, a gentle one. Eyes filled with utmost affection. "But thanks." He muttered, appreciatively.