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    Chuuya had felt ashamed that he’d managed to get himself into such a troublesome situation. After all, he was supposed to be part of the infamous Port Mafia– an executive, at that. His position held great responsibility, and along with it, great expectations. One of the expectations he’d set for himself, was to specifically not end up in exactly this sort of situation. He’d slipped up, and under-estimated his opponent, resulting in a particularly unpleasant gash in his side.

    & Yet, when he stumbles into the familiar residence, he winds up crossing paths with Kouyou’s newer student; a young girl by the name of Kyouka. He purses his lips as the shorter female pads over, averting his gaze as he takes hold of the towel and the smaller hand. Upon rather inelegantly finding his way to the room he’d resumed taking residence in on his temporary return “home”, he slumps down onto his futon and winces.

   “ Nghh, bandages & water, quick– ” he snaps, hurriedly freeing himself of his upper garments. Chuuya presses the towel to his side, hissing in pain and tilting his head back. He stares at the ceiling for a moment, cursing having glanced back down to look at the towel in his hold. A small grimace crosses his feature as he kneels in wait, watching the blood soak through the material of the towel which had been clean up until a few moments ago.

◣ ✿ ◥ Even as she helped guide him, Kyouka made a mental list of what supplies she needed and where in the house to find them, so by the time Chuuya gave the order, she was already rushing off to gather everything. The most she’d ever helped treat were small wounds from training, but hey, she had to learn somehow, right? She knew anatomy and first aid, so it should be fine in the end; if nothing else, he could tell her what to do.

She returned in under a minute with a bowl of water in one hand and an armful of supplies: bandages, another towel, a needle, a spool of thread, a knife, and a lighter–plenty of treatment options. The wound had to be serious to produce that much blood, so they’d have to seal it up somehow, whether with stitches or cauterisation. Kyouka placed the water on the floor next to them and unloaded the other items onto the futon.

The situation didn’t appear to faze her, even as she took the clean towel and reached up to swap it out with the blood-soaked one, then pressed her hand against it (direct pressure to slow bleeding, she knew) while the other sifted through the items on the bed. Ah, which would be best to use? Kyouka glanced at Chuuya’s face. Asking if he was okay seemed ridiculous, but maybe he’d have insight as to the best treatment. “Should we use stitches or cauterise the wound?” she asked like it was the most casual thing in the world.