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“What happened?” He asked softly.
You had gotten injured, a wound gashed at your arm. Morishige was worried.
Although he helped you patch up, he would occasionally stop and stare at it, or trace it thoughtfully. Almost as if mesmerized.
He was always one to like gore, but never thought it’d be an actual thing he’d enjoy staring at, even if it wasn’t so grotesque.

Stoic, collected, proud, impervious, secretive. Slightly sadistic, gets violent at mocking him, hides inner personality, likes leaving a good impression, somewhat perverted. Has Schadenfredue, and takes some pleasure in other’s pain, though is still caring and prefers to not hurt others or himself.