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"I believe you were hurt by someone that I would very much like to injure in return. Who was it?" He picked up a small first aid kit on the way there and got to work inspecting the wound. It was minor, and it luckily avoided the wounds they received earlier that week.

“Do not injure them. I’m the, uh, injurer. The one you gotta injure.” He wanted to exclusively be the one hurt by his boyfriend. Was that so wrong? It just made them feel special. Loved, in a way.

"I don't like the idea of someone hurting you and going unpunished." His distaste was emphasized as he began disinfecting the wound, with no warning for the oncoming sting.

“Motherfucker!” They practically yelped. Pathetic as it was, they couldn’t help it. Their boyfriend was being so mean. “You go unpunished, y’know?”

"Yes, well, until you try to turn me in, there isn't much that can be done about that." He held the disinfectant down moments longer than he needed to. Iida wasn't often this harsh when cleaning up, but lessons needed to be learned. "This incident, however, I can do something about. As I do not want it to be repeated."

He groaned, trying to bite back any other sounds of pain. Iida didn’t get to earn those noises now. It wouldn’t be nice for the hero. Besides, the man was claiming to hurt someone. Heroes couldn’t let that slide. Not all the time. Some few instances were allowed, but Iida murdered. There was more than enough harm caused to civilians by him. “I’m a hero. This shit happens all the time.”

"It shouldn't." If this ended up scarring he'd be upset. He'd been so careful in what marks he left on his Hanta. To think that someone else could be so careless, that Hanta was getting injured without his say-so. He didn't like that his toy was being broken in ways that he couldn't control. That wasn't right.

“Dude, you know it‘s going to. I’m reckless.” They weren’t sure why Iida seemed so angry over the matter, always assuming that it was a given they would get hurt. They were the definition of careless, it was how they got with Iida in the first place. Wounds just happened to be a souvenir of the carelessness.

"Hanta. If you get too injured out in the field, then we can't have our fun when you're home. You still need to be able to heal." He began stitching the wound closed. Being more careful at this point to not irritate it further. This injury would heal fast if he had anything to say about it.

They pouted at the thought. “I will heal. I just don’t want you to hurt someone on my behalf.” That wouldn’t be very hero-like. Besides, the person would eventually get caught and deal with the consequences of hurting a hero. “We can totally have fun. It’s not that bad of a wound.”

"You still lost a considerable amount of blood." He was placing a bandage over it. Parts of it covered the scars of the 'S' he had put there. Hiding his mark. "We'll have to be careful tonight, at least."

“Do we have to though? I’m not even lying in a puddle of my blood.” Yet. There was always the possibility that they would eventually be lying in a puddle of it, but they didn’t like that thought. Only Iida could do that to them.

"Yes." Though he didn't like it either. He tried to maintain a careful balance between harming Hanta and making sure they could still go in to work the next day. This injury wasn't something he planned for, but something he will certainly account for now. "I'm no longer trying to kill you, Hanta. You know this."

Yes, they did know that. Knew that Iida wouldn’t kill him. But death never seemed to scare them when it came to Iida, not nearly enough as it should. It was so terribly pathetic of them. Completely in love with a murderer. “I know, I know, but you don’t gotta treat me all nicely.”

"Oh." His tone turned sharp, threatening, with eyes that were already taking apart the guy before them. "You seem to forget that I can be plenty mean without leaving a scratch on you."

“Okay, I get it. You are quite mean sometimes. But you are also patching me up. So I think you just counteracted that.” It was a perfect neutral. An oddly attractive neutral. Man, he was a broken man.

"Yes. Because I still care about your well-being. Two things can be true."

“I think you just balanced it out, Tenya.” Iida was seemingly only like this with them though. They were special.

"Which is good. It means I get to play with you for longer." He'd finished patching them up by now, and packing away the supplies he'd used.

“You don’t- Why’d you phrase it like that? Asshole.” They gently slapped them, with what ended up seeming more like a slightly aggressive tap.

"And how would you rather me phrase it?" He leaned in, placing a hand on the back of Hanta's neck to pull them in too. "Having my way with you? Taking what's mine? Ruining you?"

"Fuck you. You are so cruel." It really was cruel. To be pulled in. Teased. Iida was such a mean man. It was a wonder Sero fell as hard as they did.

"Hm, you love it." He closed the gap between them to capture them in a kiss. Not giving them a chance to respond as he took control, practically inhaling the words right out of their mouth.

Of course, they did. Everything about Iida captivated them. And he meant everything. As frustrating as it was, he loved Iida. If the man asked him to rip his heart out, he would. No hesitation. Just like how he didn't hesitate to kiss him back.

"I believe you were hurt by someone that I would very much like to injure in return. Who was it?" He picked up a small first aid kit on the way there and got to work inspecting the wound. It was minor, and it luckily avoided the wounds they received earlier that week.

“Do not injure them. I’m the, uh, injurer. The one you gotta injure.” He wanted to exclusively be the one hurt by his boyfriend. Was that so wrong? It just made them feel special. Loved, in a way.

"I don't like the idea of someone hurting you and going unpunished." His distaste was emphasized as he began disinfecting the wound, with no warning for the oncoming sting.

“Motherfucker!” They practically yelped. Pathetic as it was, they couldn’t help it. Their boyfriend was being so mean. “You go unpunished, y’know?”

"Yes, well, until you try to turn me in, there isn't much that can be done about that." He held the disinfectant down moments longer than he needed to. Iida wasn't often this harsh when cleaning up, but lessons needed to be learned. "This incident, however, I can do something about. As I do not want it to be repeated."

He groaned, trying to bite back any other sounds of pain. Iida didn’t get to earn those noises now. It wouldn’t be nice for the hero. Besides, the man was claiming to hurt someone. Heroes couldn’t let that slide. Not all the time. Some few instances were allowed, but Iida murdered. There was more than enough harm caused to civilians by him. “I’m a hero. This shit happens all the time.”

"It shouldn't." If this ended up scarring he'd be upset. He'd been so careful in what marks he left on his Hanta. To think that someone else could be so careless, that Hanta was getting injured without his say-so. He didn't like that his toy was being broken in ways that he couldn't control. That wasn't right.

“Dude, you know it‘s going to. I’m reckless.” They weren’t sure why Iida seemed so angry over the matter, always assuming that it was a given they would get hurt. They were the definition of careless, it was how they got with Iida in the first place. Wounds just happened to be a souvenir of the carelessness.

"Hanta. If you get too injured out in the field, then we can't have our fun when you're home. You still need to be able to heal." He began stitching the wound closed. Being more careful at this point to not irritate it further. This injury would heal fast if he had anything to say about it.

They pouted at the thought. “I will heal. I just don’t want you to hurt someone on my behalf.” That wouldn’t be very hero-like. Besides, the person would eventually get caught and deal with the consequences of hurting a hero. “We can totally have fun. It’s not that bad of a wound.”

"You still lost a considerable amount of blood." He was placing a bandage over it. Parts of it covered the scars of the 'S' he had put there. Hiding his mark. "We'll have to be careful tonight, at least."

“Do we have to though? I’m not even lying in a puddle of my blood.” Yet. There was always the possibility that they would eventually be lying in a puddle of it, but they didn’t like that thought. Only Iida could do that to them.

"Yes." Though he didn't like it either. He tried to maintain a careful balance between harming Hanta and making sure they could still go in to work the next day. This injury wasn't something he planned for, but something he will certainly account for now. "I'm no longer trying to kill you, Hanta. You know this."

Yes, they did know that. Knew that Iida wouldn’t kill him. But death never seemed to scare them when it came to Iida, not nearly enough as it should. It was so terribly pathetic of them. Completely in love with a murderer. “I know, I know, but you don’t gotta treat me all nicely.”

"Oh." His tone turned sharp, threatening, with eyes that were already taking apart the guy before them. "You seem to forget that I can be plenty mean without leaving a scratch on you."

“Okay, I get it. You are quite mean sometimes. But you are also patching me up. So I think you just counteracted that.” It was a perfect neutral. An oddly attractive neutral. Man, he was a broken man.

"Yes. Because I still care about your well-being. Two things can be true."

“I think you just balanced it out, Tenya.” Iida was seemingly only like this with them though. They were special.

"Which is good. It means I get to play with you for longer." He'd finished patching them up by now, and packing away the supplies he'd used.

“You don’t- Why’d you phrase it like that? Asshole.” They gently slapped them, with what ended up seeming more like a slightly aggressive tap.

"And how would you rather me phrase it?" He leaned in, placing a hand on the back of Hanta's neck to pull them in too. "Having my way with you? Taking what's mine? Ruining you?"

"Fuck you. You are so cruel." It really was cruel. To be pulled in. Teased. Iida was such a mean man. It was a wonder Sero fell as hard as they did.

My injuries are doing awful. But hey. I got food

"I believe you were hurt by someone that I would very much like to injure in return. Who was it?" He picked up a small first aid kit on the way there and got to work inspecting the wound. It was minor, and it luckily avoided the wounds they received earlier that week.

“Do not injure them. I’m the, uh, injurer. The one you gotta injure.” He wanted to exclusively be the one hurt by his boyfriend. Was that so wrong? It just made them feel special. Loved, in a way.

"I don't like the idea of someone hurting you and going unpunished." His distaste was emphasized as he began disinfecting the wound, with no warning for the oncoming sting.

“Motherfucker!” They practically yelped. Pathetic as it was, they couldn’t help it. Their boyfriend was being so mean. “You go unpunished, y’know?”

"Yes, well, until you try to turn me in, there isn't much that can be done about that." He held the disinfectant down moments longer than he needed to. Iida wasn't often this harsh when cleaning up, but lessons needed to be learned. "This incident, however, I can do something about. As I do not want it to be repeated."

He groaned, trying to bite back any other sounds of pain. Iida didn’t get to earn those noises now. It wouldn’t be nice for the hero. Besides, the man was claiming to hurt someone. Heroes couldn’t let that slide. Not all the time. Some few instances were allowed, but Iida murdered. There was more than enough harm caused to civilians by him. “I’m a hero. This shit happens all the time.”

"It shouldn't." If this ended up scarring he'd be upset. He'd been so careful in what marks he left on his Hanta. To think that someone else could be so careless, that Hanta was getting injured without his say-so. He didn't like that his toy was being broken in ways that he couldn't control. That wasn't right.

“Dude, you know it‘s going to. I’m reckless.” They weren’t sure why Iida seemed so angry over the matter, always assuming that it was a given they would get hurt. They were the definition of careless, it was how they got with Iida in the first place. Wounds just happened to be a souvenir of the carelessness.

"Hanta. If you get too injured out in the field, then we can't have our fun when you're home. You still need to be able to heal." He began stitching the wound closed. Being more careful at this point to not irritate it further. This injury would heal fast if he had anything to say about it.

They pouted at the thought. “I will heal. I just don’t want you to hurt someone on my behalf.” That wouldn’t be very hero-like. Besides, the person would eventually get caught and deal with the consequences of hurting a hero. “We can totally have fun. It’s not that bad of a wound.”

"You still lost a considerable amount of blood." He was placing a bandage over it. Parts of it covered the scars of the 'S' he had put there. Hiding his mark. "We'll have to be careful tonight, at least."

“Do we have to though? I’m not even lying in a puddle of my blood.” Yet. There was always the possibility that they would eventually be lying in a puddle of it, but they didn’t like that thought. Only Iida could do that to them.

"Yes." Though he didn't like it either. He tried to maintain a careful balance between harming Hanta and making sure they could still go in to work the next day. This injury wasn't something he planned for, but something he will certainly account for now. "I'm no longer trying to kill you, Hanta. You know this."

Yes, they did know that. Knew that Iida wouldn’t kill him. But death never seemed to scare them when it came to Iida, not nearly enough as it should. It was so terribly pathetic of them. Completely in love with a murderer. “I know, I know, but you don’t gotta treat me all nicely.”

"Oh." His tone turned sharp, threatening, with eyes that were already taking apart the guy before them. "You seem to forget that I can be plenty mean without leaving a scratch on you."

“Okay, I get it. You are quite mean sometimes. But you are also patching me up. So I think you just counteracted that.” It was a perfect neutral. An oddly attractive neutral. Man, he was a broken man.

"Yes. Because I still care about your well-being. Two things can be true."

“I think you just balanced it out, Tenya.” Iida was seemingly only like this with them though. They were special.

"Which is good. It means I get to play with you for longer." He'd finished patching them up by now, and packing away the supplies he'd used.

“You don’t- Why’d you phrase it like that? Asshole.” They gently slapped them, with what ended up seeming more like a slightly aggressive tap.

"I believe you were hurt by someone that I would very much like to injure in return. Who was it?" He picked up a small first aid kit on the way there and got to work inspecting the wound. It was minor, and it luckily avoided the wounds they received earlier that week.

“Do not injure them. I’m the, uh, injurer. The one you gotta injure.” He wanted to exclusively be the one hurt by his boyfriend. Was that so wrong? It just made them feel special. Loved, in a way.

"I don't like the idea of someone hurting you and going unpunished." His distaste was emphasized as he began disinfecting the wound, with no warning for the oncoming sting.

“Motherfucker!” They practically yelped. Pathetic as it was, they couldn’t help it. Their boyfriend was being so mean. “You go unpunished, y’know?”

"Yes, well, until you try to turn me in, there isn't much that can be done about that." He held the disinfectant down moments longer than he needed to. Iida wasn't often this harsh when cleaning up, but lessons needed to be learned. "This incident, however, I can do something about. As I do not want it to be repeated."

He groaned, trying to bite back any other sounds of pain. Iida didn’t get to earn those noises now. It wouldn’t be nice for the hero. Besides, the man was claiming to hurt someone. Heroes couldn’t let that slide. Not all the time. Some few instances were allowed, but Iida murdered. There was more than enough harm caused to civilians by him. “I’m a hero. This shit happens all the time.”

"It shouldn't." If this ended up scarring he'd be upset. He'd been so careful in what marks he left on his Hanta. To think that someone else could be so careless, that Hanta was getting injured without his say-so. He didn't like that his toy was being broken in ways that he couldn't control. That wasn't right.

“Dude, you know it‘s going to. I’m reckless.” They weren’t sure why Iida seemed so angry over the matter, always assuming that it was a given they would get hurt. They were the definition of careless, it was how they got with Iida in the first place. Wounds just happened to be a souvenir of the carelessness.

"Hanta. If you get too injured out in the field, then we can't have our fun when you're home. You still need to be able to heal." He began stitching the wound closed. Being more careful at this point to not irritate it further. This injury would heal fast if he had anything to say about it.

They pouted at the thought. “I will heal. I just don’t want you to hurt someone on my behalf.” That wouldn’t be very hero-like. Besides, the person would eventually get caught and deal with the consequences of hurting a hero. “We can totally have fun. It’s not that bad of a wound.”

"You still lost a considerable amount of blood." He was placing a bandage over it. Parts of it covered the scars of the 'S' he had put there. Hiding his mark. "We'll have to be careful tonight, at least."

“Do we have to though? I’m not even lying in a puddle of my blood.” Yet. There was always the possibility that they would eventually be lying in a puddle of it, but they didn’t like that thought. Only Iida could do that to them.

"Yes." Though he didn't like it either. He tried to maintain a careful balance between harming Hanta and making sure they could still go in to work the next day. This injury wasn't something he planned for, but something he will certainly account for now. "I'm no longer trying to kill you, Hanta. You know this."

Yes, they did know that. Knew that Iida wouldn’t kill him. But death never seemed to scare them when it came to Iida, not nearly enough as it should. It was so terribly pathetic of them. Completely in love with a murderer. “I know, I know, but you don’t gotta treat me all nicely.”

"Oh." His tone turned sharp, threatening, with eyes that were already taking apart the guy before them. "You seem to forget that I can be plenty mean without leaving a scratch on you."

“Okay, I get it. You are quite mean sometimes. But you are also patching me up. So I think you just counteracted that.” It was a perfect neutral. An oddly attractive neutral. Man, he was a broken man.

"Yes. Because I still care about your well-being. Two things can be true."

“I think you just balanced it out, Tenya.” Iida was seemingly only like this with them though. They were special.

"I believe you were hurt by someone that I would very much like to injure in return. Who was it?" He picked up a small first aid kit on the way there and got to work inspecting the wound. It was minor, and it luckily avoided the wounds they received earlier that week.

“Do not injure them. I’m the, uh, injurer. The one you gotta injure.” He wanted to exclusively be the one hurt by his boyfriend. Was that so wrong? It just made them feel special. Loved, in a way.

"I don't like the idea of someone hurting you and going unpunished." His distaste was emphasized as he began disinfecting the wound, with no warning for the oncoming sting.

“Motherfucker!” They practically yelped. Pathetic as it was, they couldn’t help it. Their boyfriend was being so mean. “You go unpunished, y’know?”

"Yes, well, until you try to turn me in, there isn't much that can be done about that." He held the disinfectant down moments longer than he needed to. Iida wasn't often this harsh when cleaning up, but lessons needed to be learned. "This incident, however, I can do something about. As I do not want it to be repeated."

He groaned, trying to bite back any other sounds of pain. Iida didn’t get to earn those noises now. It wouldn’t be nice for the hero. Besides, the man was claiming to hurt someone. Heroes couldn’t let that slide. Not all the time. Some few instances were allowed, but Iida murdered. There was more than enough harm caused to civilians by him. “I’m a hero. This shit happens all the time.”

"It shouldn't." If this ended up scarring he'd be upset. He'd been so careful in what marks he left on his Hanta. To think that someone else could be so careless, that Hanta was getting injured without his say-so. He didn't like that his toy was being broken in ways that he couldn't control. That wasn't right.

“Dude, you know it‘s going to. I’m reckless.” They weren’t sure why Iida seemed so angry over the matter, always assuming that it was a given they would get hurt. They were the definition of careless, it was how they got with Iida in the first place. Wounds just happened to be a souvenir of the carelessness.

"Hanta. If you get too injured out in the field, then we can't have our fun when you're home. You still need to be able to heal." He began stitching the wound closed. Being more careful at this point to not irritate it further. This injury would heal fast if he had anything to say about it.

They pouted at the thought. “I will heal. I just don’t want you to hurt someone on my behalf.” That wouldn’t be very hero-like. Besides, the person would eventually get caught and deal with the consequences of hurting a hero. “We can totally have fun. It’s not that bad of a wound.”

"You still lost a considerable amount of blood." He was placing a bandage over it. Parts of it covered the scars of the 'S' he had put there. Hiding his mark. "We'll have to be careful tonight, at least."

“Do we have to though? I’m not even lying in a puddle of my blood.” Yet. There was always the possibility that they would eventually be lying in a puddle of it, but they didn’t like that thought. Only Iida could do that to them.

"Yes." Though he didn't like it either. He tried to maintain a careful balance between harming Hanta and making sure they could still go in to work the next day. This injury wasn't something he planned for, but something he will certainly account for now. "I'm no longer trying to kill you, Hanta. You know this."

Yes, they did know that. Knew that Iida wouldn’t kill him. But death never seemed to scare them when it came to Iida, not nearly enough as it should. It was so terribly pathetic of them. Completely in love with a murderer. “I know, I know, but you don’t gotta treat me all nicely.”

"Oh." His tone turned sharp, threatening, with eyes that were already taking apart the guy before them. "You seem to forget that I can be plenty mean without leaving a scratch on you."

“Okay, I get it. You are quite mean sometimes. But you are also patching me up. So I think you just counteracted that.” It was a perfect neutral. An oddly attractive neutral. Man, he was a broken man.

"I believe you were hurt by someone that I would very much like to injure in return. Who was it?" He picked up a small first aid kit on the way there and got to work inspecting the wound. It was minor, and it luckily avoided the wounds they received earlier that week.

“Do not injure them. I’m the, uh, injurer. The one you gotta injure.” He wanted to exclusively be the one hurt by his boyfriend. Was that so wrong? It just made them feel special. Loved, in a way.

"I don't like the idea of someone hurting you and going unpunished." His distaste was emphasized as he began disinfecting the wound, with no warning for the oncoming sting.

“Motherfucker!” They practically yelped. Pathetic as it was, they couldn’t help it. Their boyfriend was being so mean. “You go unpunished, y’know?”

"Yes, well, until you try to turn me in, there isn't much that can be done about that." He held the disinfectant down moments longer than he needed to. Iida wasn't often this harsh when cleaning up, but lessons needed to be learned. "This incident, however, I can do something about. As I do not want it to be repeated."

He groaned, trying to bite back any other sounds of pain. Iida didn’t get to earn those noises now. It wouldn’t be nice for the hero. Besides, the man was claiming to hurt someone. Heroes couldn’t let that slide. Not all the time. Some few instances were allowed, but Iida murdered. There was more than enough harm caused to civilians by him. “I’m a hero. This shit happens all the time.”

"It shouldn't." If this ended up scarring he'd be upset. He'd been so careful in what marks he left on his Hanta. To think that someone else could be so careless, that Hanta was getting injured without his say-so. He didn't like that his toy was being broken in ways that he couldn't control. That wasn't right.

“Dude, you know it‘s going to. I’m reckless.” They weren’t sure why Iida seemed so angry over the matter, always assuming that it was a given they would get hurt. They were the definition of careless, it was how they got with Iida in the first place. Wounds just happened to be a souvenir of the carelessness.

"Hanta. If you get too injured out in the field, then we can't have our fun when you're home. You still need to be able to heal." He began stitching the wound closed. Being more careful at this point to not irritate it further. This injury would heal fast if he had anything to say about it.

They pouted at the thought. “I will heal. I just don’t want you to hurt someone on my behalf.” That wouldn’t be very hero-like. Besides, the person would eventually get caught and deal with the consequences of hurting a hero. “We can totally have fun. It’s not that bad of a wound.”

"You still lost a considerable amount of blood." He was placing a bandage over it. Parts of it covered the scars of the 'S' he had put there. Hiding his mark. "We'll have to be careful tonight, at least."

“Do we have to though? I’m not even lying in a puddle of my blood.” Yet. There was always the possibility that they would eventually be lying in a puddle of it, but they didn’t like that thought. Only Iida could do that to them.

"Yes." Though he didn't like it either. He tried to maintain a careful balance between harming Hanta and making sure they could still go in to work the next day. This injury wasn't something he planned for, but something he will certainly account for now. "I'm no longer trying to kill you, Hanta. You know this."

Yes, they did know that. Knew that Iida wouldn’t kill him. But death never seemed to scare them when it came to Iida, not nearly enough as it should. It was so terribly pathetic of them. Completely in love with a murderer. “I know, I know, but you don’t gotta treat me all nicely.”

"I believe you were hurt by someone that I would very much like to injure in return. Who was it?" He picked up a small first aid kit on the way there and got to work inspecting the wound. It was minor, and it luckily avoided the wounds they received earlier that week.

“Do not injure them. I’m the, uh, injurer. The one you gotta injure.” He wanted to exclusively be the one hurt by his boyfriend. Was that so wrong? It just made them feel special. Loved, in a way.

"I don't like the idea of someone hurting you and going unpunished." His distaste was emphasized as he began disinfecting the wound, with no warning for the oncoming sting.

“Motherfucker!” They practically yelped. Pathetic as it was, they couldn’t help it. Their boyfriend was being so mean. “You go unpunished, y’know?”

"Yes, well, until you try to turn me in, there isn't much that can be done about that." He held the disinfectant down moments longer than he needed to. Iida wasn't often this harsh when cleaning up, but lessons needed to be learned. "This incident, however, I can do something about. As I do not want it to be repeated."

He groaned, trying to bite back any other sounds of pain. Iida didn’t get to earn those noises now. It wouldn’t be nice for the hero. Besides, the man was claiming to hurt someone. Heroes couldn’t let that slide. Not all the time. Some few instances were allowed, but Iida murdered. There was more than enough harm caused to civilians by him. “I’m a hero. This shit happens all the time.”

"It shouldn't." If this ended up scarring he'd be upset. He'd been so careful in what marks he left on his Hanta. To think that someone else could be so careless, that Hanta was getting injured without his say-so. He didn't like that his toy was being broken in ways that he couldn't control. That wasn't right.

“Dude, you know it‘s going to. I’m reckless.” They weren’t sure why Iida seemed so angry over the matter, always assuming that it was a given they would get hurt. They were the definition of careless, it was how they got with Iida in the first place. Wounds just happened to be a souvenir of the carelessness.

"Hanta. If you get too injured out in the field, then we can't have our fun when you're home. You still need to be able to heal." He began stitching the wound closed. Being more careful at this point to not irritate it further. This injury would heal fast if he had anything to say about it.

They pouted at the thought. “I will heal. I just don’t want you to hurt someone on my behalf.” That wouldn’t be very hero-like. Besides, the person would eventually get caught and deal with the consequences of hurting a hero. “We can totally have fun. It’s not that bad of a wound.”

"You still lost a considerable amount of blood." He was placing a bandage over it. Parts of it covered the scars of the 'S' he had put there. Hiding his mark. "We'll have to be careful tonight, at least."

“Do we have to though? I’m not even lying in a puddle of my blood.” Yet. There was always the possibility that they would eventually be lying in a puddle of it, but they didn’t like that thought. Only Iida could do that to them.

"I believe you were hurt by someone that I would very much like to injure in return. Who was it?" He picked up a small first aid kit on the way there and got to work inspecting the wound. It was minor, and it luckily avoided the wounds they received earlier that week.

“Do not injure them. I’m the, uh, injurer. The one you gotta injure.” He wanted to exclusively be the one hurt by his boyfriend. Was that so wrong? It just made them feel special. Loved, in a way.

"I don't like the idea of someone hurting you and going unpunished." His distaste was emphasized as he began disinfecting the wound, with no warning for the oncoming sting.

“Motherfucker!” They practically yelped. Pathetic as it was, they couldn’t help it. Their boyfriend was being so mean. “You go unpunished, y’know?”

"Yes, well, until you try to turn me in, there isn't much that can be done about that." He held the disinfectant down moments longer than he needed to. Iida wasn't often this harsh when cleaning up, but lessons needed to be learned. "This incident, however, I can do something about. As I do not want it to be repeated."

He groaned, trying to bite back any other sounds of pain. Iida didn’t get to earn those noises now. It wouldn’t be nice for the hero. Besides, the man was claiming to hurt someone. Heroes couldn’t let that slide. Not all the time. Some few instances were allowed, but Iida murdered. There was more than enough harm caused to civilians by him. “I’m a hero. This shit happens all the time.”

"It shouldn't." If this ended up scarring he'd be upset. He'd been so careful in what marks he left on his Hanta. To think that someone else could be so careless, that Hanta was getting injured without his say-so. He didn't like that his toy was being broken in ways that he couldn't control. That wasn't right.

“Dude, you know it‘s going to. I’m reckless.” They weren’t sure why Iida seemed so angry over the matter, always assuming that it was a given they would get hurt. They were the definition of careless, it was how they got with Iida in the first place. Wounds just happened to be a souvenir of the carelessness.

"Hanta. If you get too injured out in the field, then we can't have our fun when you're home. You still need to be able to heal." He began stitching the wound closed. Being more careful at this point to not irritate it further. This injury would heal fast if he had anything to say about it.

They pouted at the thought. “I will heal. I just don’t want you to hurt someone on my behalf.” That wouldn’t be very hero-like. Besides, the person would eventually get caught and deal with the consequences of hurting a hero. “We can totally have fun. It’s not that bad of a wound.”

"I believe you were hurt by someone that I would very much like to injure in return. Who was it?" He picked up a small first aid kit on the way there and got to work inspecting the wound. It was minor, and it luckily avoided the wounds they received earlier that week.

“Do not injure them. I’m the, uh, injurer. The one you gotta injure.” He wanted to exclusively be the one hurt by his boyfriend. Was that so wrong? It just made them feel special. Loved, in a way.

"I don't like the idea of someone hurting you and going unpunished." His distaste was emphasized as he began disinfecting the wound, with no warning for the oncoming sting.

“Motherfucker!” They practically yelped. Pathetic as it was, they couldn’t help it. Their boyfriend was being so mean. “You go unpunished, y’know?”

"Yes, well, until you try to turn me in, there isn't much that can be done about that." He held the disinfectant down moments longer than he needed to. Iida wasn't often this harsh when cleaning up, but lessons needed to be learned. "This incident, however, I can do something about. As I do not want it to be repeated."

He groaned, trying to bite back any other sounds of pain. Iida didn’t get to earn those noises now. It wouldn’t be nice for the hero. Besides, the man was claiming to hurt someone. Heroes couldn’t let that slide. Not all the time. Some few instances were allowed, but Iida murdered. There was more than enough harm caused to civilians by him. “I’m a hero. This shit happens all the time.”

"It shouldn't." If this ended up scarring he'd be upset. He'd been so careful in what marks he left on his Hanta. To think that someone else could be so careless, that Hanta was getting injured without his say-so. He didn't like that his toy was being broken in ways that he couldn't control. That wasn't right.

“Dude, you know it‘s going to. I’m reckless.” They weren’t sure why Iida seemed so angry over the matter, always assuming that it was a given they would get hurt. They were the definition of careless, it was how they got with Iida in the first place. Wounds just happened to be a souvenir of the carelessness.

"I believe you were hurt by someone that I would very much like to injure in return. Who was it?" He picked up a small first aid kit on the way there and got to work inspecting the wound. It was minor, and it luckily avoided the wounds they received earlier that week.

“Do not injure them. I’m the, uh, injurer. The one you gotta injure.” He wanted to exclusively be the one hurt by his boyfriend. Was that so wrong? It just made them feel special. Loved, in a way.

"I don't like the idea of someone hurting you and going unpunished." His distaste was emphasized as he began disinfecting the wound, with no warning for the oncoming sting.

“Motherfucker!” They practically yelped. Pathetic as it was, they couldn’t help it. Their boyfriend was being so mean. “You go unpunished, y’know?”

"Yes, well, until you try to turn me in, there isn't much that can be done about that." He held the disinfectant down moments longer than he needed to. Iida wasn't often this harsh when cleaning up, but lessons needed to be learned. "This incident, however, I can do something about. As I do not want it to be repeated."

He groaned, trying to bite back any other sounds of pain. Iida didn’t get to earn those noises now. It wouldn’t be nice for the hero. Besides, the man was claiming to hurt someone. Heroes couldn’t let that slide. Not all the time. Some few instances were allowed, but Iida murdered. There was more than enough harm caused to civilians by him. “I’m a hero. This shit happens all the time.”

"I believe you were hurt by someone that I would very much like to injure in return. Who was it?" He picked up a small first aid kit on the way there and got to work inspecting the wound. It was minor, and it luckily avoided the wounds they received earlier that week.

“Do not injure them. I’m the, uh, injurer. The one you gotta injure.” He wanted to exclusively be the one hurt by his boyfriend. Was that so wrong? It just made them feel special. Loved, in a way.

"I don't like the idea of someone hurting you and going unpunished." His distaste was emphasized as he began disinfecting the wound, with no warning for the oncoming sting.

“Motherfucker!” They practically yelped. Pathetic as it was, they couldn’t help it. Their boyfriend was being so mean. “You go unpunished, y’know?”

"I believe you were hurt by someone that I would very much like to injure in return. Who was it?" He picked up a small first aid kit on the way there and got to work inspecting the wound. It was minor, and it luckily avoided the wounds they received earlier that week.

“Do not injure them. I’m the, uh, injurer. The one you gotta injure.” He wanted to exclusively be the one hurt by his boyfriend. Was that so wrong? It just made them feel special. Loved, in a way.