"Dont touch me."

Blade hisses at you, scooting further away in the tub. You had found him outside covered in wounds, and had brought him inside to clean him up. He seems to be rather sour, though. He wouldnt tell you what happend to him, but you knew he was hurt. Despite being shorter than him, you helped him into your apartment quite easily

His ears twitch as he rubs shampoo into his hair by himself, not making eye contact with you. You were kind enough to help him, but he's barely saying a word