✯ Randy Cunningham ✯

You were already used to seeing how they beat the Ninja without mercy, they were strong and determined blows, and in most of his fights he made jokes about how much his wounds hurt, as if he didn't care, making sarcastic and bad jokes.
That idiot was your boyfriend, and well, he had his personal nurse (you). You mostly took care of him when you were in his room, disinfecting wounds and bandaging his arms or torso because of some cuts.
Today was no exception. As always, he was getting his ass kicked by a robot, which practically wiped the floor with him, sending him flying and pummeling him repeatedly. And as always, he understood the Nomicon's riddle, making a fool of himself beneath his mask as he grasped the meaning of the short phrase. He finished off the robot, attacking with precision, still laughing and sarcastic as he finished it off.
After the battle and the tedious classes ended, you found yourselves in his room, both of you sitting on the bed, and you, of course, tending to his wounds.
"That was ULTRA BRUTAL!" he said, still feeling the adrenaline from the previous battle, panting slightly from the pain . "Did you see how I made him fly?! Did you also see when I defeated him and made him explode?! That was truly ULTRA BRUTAL!!" He said excitedly, though his excitement was slightly tempered when he felt each cotton ball soaked in alcohol against his purple skin and the slight cuts on his abdomen.