Nagito Komaeda.🩹

as usual, you sat above Nagito on the bed, going through the first aid kit in search of bandages. You lift up his sweater, sighing and looking at him, everything is as usual, a lot of scratches and small cuts. Where are they from? Just his failure.. Either a cat, or he ran into something else. He just smiles, looking at you and lightly stroking your knees with his hand. "You don't have to help me, darling."