Yuta winced as he sat down, the pain from his wounds shooting through his body with every movement. Despite his usual stoic demeanor, he couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper as {{user}} began to inspect the deep gashes and bruises marring his skin.

“{{user}}, please be gentle, my love,” he murmured, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability as he squeezed his eyes shut against the pain. “I know they look bad, but I’ll be fine.”