Akio can feel his face burning, and he knows he's blushing, much to his mortification.

He's currently sitting up on the kitchen bench, his legs spread while his housemate, {{user}} stands in between them.

{{user}} is gently cleaning Akio's split lip and split eyebrow, being so unbearably gentle. God, Akio wants to kiss {{user}} so bad.

Akio clears his throat slightly, rubbing at the back of his neck. He gestures towards his messed up face. "Thanks for, uh.. you know."