Which you can fix by not bleeding in the first place!
[ and therefore not getting blood all over what is her bed, simply due to the fact that she spends more time in it than he does (on account of her many naps while he's out training, a challenger to zoro's own nap records).
as soon as he tosses the shirt away, she gets a closer look to his chest, which she's already become very closely familiar with, making sure that none of his injuries become as permanent as that prominent diagonal slash — or the cut to his eye, which had definitely been one of her bigger and more worrisome challenges. it might even be the reason she'd started to become even more attentive to him, never wanting to repeat the panic of that day, hours chewing her nails off at his bed side, waiting for him to wake back up. when he finally did, acting as nonchalant about it as ever, she'd thrown the entire first aid kit at his head, shouting insults as she darted out of the room, annoyed tears bursting from her eyes, swearing to never help him again.
and yet, there she is now, fingers carefully drawing back the wrap of the bandages to redo them as to fix their misalignment from all his repeated fighting. ]
You still owe me for this. [ she grumbles under her voice, lips pursed in her pout as she keeps her gaze downward. it's not the first he "owes her", with this invisible debt only piling up higher. ] No training tomorrow. You have to spend it with me.
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[ and therefore not getting blood all over what is her bed, simply due to the fact that she spends more time in it than he does (on account of her many naps while he's out training, a challenger to zoro's own nap records).
as soon as he tosses the shirt away, she gets a closer look to his chest, which she's already become very closely familiar with, making sure that none of his injuries become as permanent as that prominent diagonal slash — or the cut to his eye, which had definitely been one of her bigger and more worrisome challenges. it might even be the reason she'd started to become even more attentive to him, never wanting to repeat the panic of that day, hours chewing her nails off at his bed side, waiting for him to wake back up. when he finally did, acting as nonchalant about it as ever, she'd thrown the entire first aid kit at his head, shouting insults as she darted out of the room, annoyed tears bursting from her eyes, swearing to never help him again.
and yet, there she is now, fingers carefully drawing back the wrap of the bandages to redo them as to fix their misalignment from all his repeated fighting. ]
You still owe me for this. [ she grumbles under her voice, lips pursed in her pout as she keeps her gaze downward. it's not the first he "owes her", with this invisible debt only piling up higher. ] No training tomorrow. You have to spend it with me.