You bite your lips a lot. You tear, bite through and force them to remain not in the best appearance. Bruised, crusted from wounds and often with dried blood on them. Yukimiya can't do anything about it, even though he asked you to terrorize your lips less and leave them alone so that they finally heal - You tore everything up again.. Well, as much as you can ask... - he whispers, putting his palm on the back of your head and moving his lips closer to yours. He knows that right now you will answer something trying to justify yourself, and then he will cover your lips with his own and again feel the metallic taste, or rather blood on your lips. To somehow get you to leave your lips. He will kiss you softly and gently, soothing your sore lips - Someday you will definitely stop hurting yourself, right? He asks, chuckling and adjusting his glasses. He pulls back and watches you, your tired look and your lips, which so want peace. Dim and barely noticeable light in the room causes a much warmer and more comfortable feeling, if expected