Thin, elegant fingers pick up the white jacket, gently pulling it off tired, tense shoulders. Then his hands slowly loosen the yellow speckled tie before proceeding to a row of buttons. The shirt lends itself freely, sliding off Nanami's body almost without problems. The blood on his side immediately attracts your attention and it seems that your concern amused Kento a little.

"Just a scratch," he insists, intercepting your nimble, curious hands reaching out to help him. His attempt to appear like a hero puts you in an awkward position. "This is the reason I hate working overtime," he adds, and a thin smile breaks through his habitually cold facade, tugging only the corner of his lips.

In the end, he can't resist you. He never could. You help him treat the wound, spending a considerable amount of cotton wool and napkins on it, in order to eventually receive his gratitude.

"{{user}}, as always my guardian angel," Nanami says softly, slightly hoarsely, pulling on his shirt again.