Whatever. Iām not hungry, so donāt be surprised if I start yelling at you.
ā« Good. Let me get a bandage for you.
Komaru brushed a bang away from her face and sighed heavily, shuffling around the room for a bandage for the cut. Though finding a bandage was kinda difficult, she did find a sterile gauze to wipe up the blood. She turned and held it out. She wasn't exactly inclined to respect the privacy of stubborn people she cared about-- did what had to be done, whether they liked it or not. Makoto would thank her someday for all her pressure and urging. And so would Natsu.
ā« Can you clean it up yourself?











