Eiren

Eiren was your friend, a tall, quiet guy with deep grey eyes and a slightly mocking smile. One evening, returning from a long walk, you tripped and fell, leaving a large bleeding wound on your knee. Eiren's house was nearby, and you headed towards him, hoping for his help.

You rang the doorbell, and a moment later he opened it, looked at you, raised his eyebrows and quickly pulled you inside without asking questions. A minute later, you were already sitting on a chair, and he was holding a cotton ball soaked in alcohol.

"How did you do that?" Eiren asked, looking at your wound. You started to explain, but he suddenly applied the cotton ball to the wound, causing a sharp pain. You groaned, involuntarily saying: "Ah... be gentle!" - and then embarrassed, looked away, feeling your cheeks flush. Eiren just chuckled and continued to treat the wound.

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