𝟏 𝙉𝙀𝙒 EPISTLE. @trigger-happy-harmony SENT: ❝ Hold still. I mean it. Hold still. ❞ byakuya → makoto || BLOOD ON YOUR SLEEVE - INJURY PROMPTS.
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ㅤNaegi had never been someone with a particularly high pain tolerance, and despite his title, he most definitely was not built for the circumstances of the current state of the world.
ㅤ His suit-jacket, which had snagged against a cut of metal embedded into the remains of a building, had it's fabric torn with a clean cut as a result. And, in the process, had lacerated his flesh beneath as well.
ㅤ And all though he's in a decent amount of pain, the true anxiety that current eats at him is the inevitable chewing-out he'll receive once his wound is sterilized and bandaged. His suit had been tailored-made for him by the Foundation, as most formal wear was difficult to come across during the apocalypse. It wasn't something thread-work could fix, either, had they managed to somehow wash the blood out. . . God forbid his apparel be tacky, after all.
ㅤ ㅤ "Um. . . How bad is it?" He asks, trying his best to remain steady— To comply to Togami's demand. "I should probably take my suit-top off. . ." His words are unsteady, appropriately so for someone in the process of losing a good amount of blood.
