Neito was by far more full of pride than anyone else you’d ever met. In fact, on the rare occasion that he got hurt, he’d avoid you completely for days on end.

After countless times of fighting and pleading to just let you know if anything had happened, you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.

Normally you’d just go to recovery girls office and not deal with the injury yourself, but this was insignificant enough to be able to hide it, and just serious enough you knew it would induce panic in Neito.

“What the hell is that?” He pointed to the bandage on your arm, lifting your sleeve up a little.