That ... comes as a shock. Barely suppressing a groan as your body weight falls onto him and pins him to the bed, Katou feels his cuts stretch and sear as you upset the various bandages and plasters that have long since gotten permanently stuck there from the blood still leaking out of his wounds. Wincing, he drops the manga. “W—What the fuck, Mudou!” he yells but it’s more out of surprise than actual anger. For some reason the gesture makes him feel touched and he’s suddenly sorry that he is making this so hard for you. There’s simply no easier way around this. You’re better off not knowing. “A l’il fragile here.”

At your promise to fix him he goes soft and laughs, shaking his head. “Geez, quit carryin’ the whole damn world on your shoulders. You’ll make the rest of us look bad.”