Source ( @akodaine )
« Are you fricking kidding me? June, for fuck’s sake, you nearly cut your wrist open, » okay, that was a blatant lie. But the strong concern and slight panic vibrating within each of Koda’s words were real. The blonde male’s fingers tightened their hold over the said wrist. « Stop wiggling around like a five year old wanting to pee, » Koda grumped, his gaze returning to the main matter here - the said flesh wound. He then brought the soaked with alcohol piece of cotton up to the female’s cut, for the second time this last minute. Hopefully this attempt to disinfect the bloody wound would succeed.
« When one doesn’t know how to cut bread, one does not, » the young teacher added, dabbing the damp part of the cotton down on the girl’s hurt palm. Unbelievable.
The other’s words were a bit of an exaggeration but they had her lost for words. She wasn’t surprised he had scolded her, in his way, but she found it endearing the way he seemed worried for her. She was used to him being a little blunt and careless, but now that he sincerely seemed to care, it was a nice new side of him. And so despite him scolding her more, grumbling some words, she couldn’t help but smile a little. Her gaze followed his actions, watching as he wet the piece of cotton and her nose scrunched up even before it touched her skin, a pained hiss passing once it did. ‘Ow..’ she had let out, clearly not pleased with the feeling. ‘I know how to, it just didn’t work out this time.’ She told him and furrowed her eyebrows, tears stinging her eyes at the pain.
