"Bruises?" (Mitsuki)
Send me “bruises?” for my muse’s reaction to yours catching them secretly tending to their wounds. | Accepting
The Sannin avoided letting his child see him injured, it often upset the boy, made him worry over nothing. However it was at times unavoidable, and though the serpent was quick to slip the sleeve over his fractured arm, the bound area keeping the injury in place more than obvious, it was clear the child noticed it.“Did you need something Mitsuki-kun?” Orochimaru asked, a light smile coming to his face as gentle eyes rested upon the boy, catching the moment of worry flickering through the childs own gaze. He was still young, still unaware of what true injuries were, he would consider this major, when in fact it was one of the Sannin’s lesser wounds. Seeing the look of concern grow, Orochimaru got up to reach his sons side, kneeling down in front of him, a reassuring smile still on his face.“There is no need for concern, it’s nothing, I simply messed up during practice,” he said, placing a soft kiss on his sons forehead.Â