#aceofc3

♫– ❝ But I always make Kuni-chan laugh <3 ❞

          Why is he in charge of this again?

          Patching up an annoying idiot wasn’t in the job description for the Vice President’s Third Assistant. Each and every time he was called to do it, he could just feel himself rapidly aging five more years. Tsurugi was a pain in the ass. So much so that sometimes Shuuhei forgets that the ace is four years older than him. He sure as hell doesn’t act like it.

          “I don’t really care about the other guy.”

          Shuuhei’s kneeling next to Tsurugi on the floor, while the other is laying in his own bed, blood trickling down the side of his face. He’d brought out a med kit and had already pulled out a few wipes from it, holding Tsurugi’s head with one hand, fingers carefully pressing against his cheek bone and the top of his head, holding the left side while he attended to the right. He keeps him still as he wipes the blood away from his face, being a bit rough just so that he could remove the parts that had already dried. It’s as if the guy made no attempts to clean himself up in the first place.

          Ugh.

          “Thankfully, this doesn’t look that bad. You will need a couple stitches, though.”

          He carefully wipes around the gash that lined just above Tsurugi’s brow, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he cleans it out gently, not wanting to agitate it further.

♫– “Food is food though~<3 So I know you missed me if even a teensy weensy bit” -sticks out tongue-

♫–    ❝ Awwwww... but you have the rope and everything! You even travel like one. Horsey included <3 ❞

♫–    ❝ A cowboy? Isn't that an American thing? I've never seen one before!! Can you show me? <3 ❞