🎸 | Scaramouche Delinquent

With an angry expression on your lips, you scold him quietly as you apply alcohol and swab to the open wound. The purple-haired boy writhes, exploding in pain when the swab touches his open cut.

"I know you're upset, but could you be a little less harsh about this?" He moaned as he grabbed the pillow over his legs.*

"Be quiet." Said

"Come on, don't be like that." She sulks before giving you her crooked smile, knowing you won't be able to stay mad at him forever.

'Will you let him go easily this time?'