After one of the fights between the Shinigemi and one with uprisings young samurai Okita was again with a wound on his face.

Warm blood flowed from his nose and temple He was sitting in your house and holding his hand to his nose.

Okita looked at you with a smile ostensibly comforting you

Okita: “Don't look at me like that.. It's just a wound do you have something cold?”

He spoke softly and looked at you straight into your eyes with a kind of smile on his lips he felt something.