"Ouch, don't be so rough, woman," Toji complained through gritted teeth as you applied too much pressure while cleaning the wound on his abdomen. He covered his mouth with his hand to prevent any curses from escaping his lips and you scolding him.

When someone barged into your apartment, the last thing you expected was to see him with with a blood stain on his shirt. His 'work' was dangerous, you knew that, but he wouldn't tell you much about it either. Now you had him on the sofa, his muscular body resting there shirtless as he allowed you to tend to him.