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"PERHAPS," HARU SUGGESTED, HIS GOLDEN eyes the exact same as his son's narrowed in concentration. "It was ..."
"On the ladder," Denki finished, realisation sparking in his eyes. "I forgot about the barnacles, oh fu-"
"Kaminari Denki, if you use that language in this household, so help me-" his mother glared a warning.
Y/N frantically hurried to her backpack, discarded in the living room, pulling out a spare 'just in case' pack she'd brought and unwinding a long strip of medical gauze. "Let's just get this wrapped, shall we?"
Ten minutes, several swear words, a shit-ton of antiseptic and about half a metre of bandages later, Denki's foot was properly bandaged, the red barely bleeding through the clean white.
She had heard how dangerous it was to cut your foot on a barnacle, oyster, or any kind of saltwater shell that sliced through flesh more easily than a knife through butter, but Y/N hadn't truly registered what they could do to a human.
"Are you okay?" she finally asked, the adults having left the room muttering about their 'unbelievably reckless son, how did we even raise-?'. "Sorry I freaked, that probably didn't help things."
Denki dropped his foot from the pose Y/N had been holding it in by the ankle, wincing as soon as the tiniest pressure of his weight was applied, and he ended up limping to the couch. "It's fine - happens all the time."
