Brew of Love

Rule 5: Avoid Heat Air Moist Light

"Hmm?" While you're still drinking water to ease you nervous down. "Done drinking come over the living room. I'll be there." Your eyes on her as she walks over to the living room and waits for you at your couch.

Aishh... The time has come, isn't it...

You put your cup down and walk over to the living room. You saw her talking out a first aid kit box from the pharmacy plastic bag.

"What happen to your face?" She saw your face with bruises and cuts. "Nothing happens. It's just a fall." But you know she won't fall for that. "Are kidding me or lying to me? You know is hard to believe that you fall and injure like this." As she touches one of your bruise that is at the corner of your mouth. "Ssh..." She stares at you and you avoid her gaze. "You got into a fight, isn't it? I can still recall back the first time you got into a fight with senpais back in kindergarten days. Those small bruises on your face, it looks exactly the same as now." You turned to her, "That because of you. They look for me and tried to beat me up because I made you upset." She smiles, "Indeed... Until now you still make me upset sometimes but oh well... I'm used to it. The only thing I'm not used to it that is... You're not by my side." This time she touches a small cut at the right end corner of your eyebrow, "Issh... Itaa! Yamete!" She let out a small laugh and pull you to the sickbay, "Come let's get your wound treated... "

You sit beside her while your back facing her, "Take off your cloth." You take off as she says but you did not completely take it off. You show your bare back to her while your arms are still in the sleeves and cover your tummy. She saw big and small bruises on your muscular back. While treating your wounds she asked, "So... what happens? Why did you end up fighting again?" Gently apply the alcohol to your wounds like a professional.

This is not the first time she treated your wounds.

During Middle School, those classmate of yours were very rude to her and even bully her. You couldn't stand it, you ask them to stay after school and beat them up. She waited for you as you two live in the same place and building, "What happen to your face Y/N?" You cover your face with your hand and she looks at you suspiciously but your messy hair betrays you. "Did you fight?" she asks and your hands still cover over your face. "No, I didn't..." You shake your head. She looks at your arms covered with bruises and she presses it, "ITA!" She glared at you, "let's treat your wounds before we go home." She pulls you to a nearby pharmacy to get medication.

She uses cotton ball and applies some alcohol on it, gently cleans up your bruises. The pain sting and you try your best to tolerate it. "Sshh..." As you move your head further away from the cotton ball. She kept on moving your face towards her, "Chotto! Stop moving! I can't clean your bruises! Who ask you to fight in the first place!" As you kept moving away from the cotton ball. She has no choice but to straddle you and grab your chin, "You. Leave. Me. No. Choice." as you start to get heat out of nowhere from her body and the air around you seem to be smell nice but also a little hard to breathe.

At first, she applies the alcohol gently on your bruise but as the time goes by she slowly pressing it onto your bruise. You bite your lips not to make any sound of pain coming out from your mouth but you fail. You inhale quietly but as she presses onto the bruise you exhale loud like an ox. You keep on fidgeting as the pain really sting. You clench your fist as she press even harder on the bruise you got from the fight earlier on. "ITA!!!!!!!!!!! Are you trying to sting me to death?" You ask as you turn your face to her. "You can take those punches and kicks but you can't take the sting for your bruises?" she sarcastically reply you. "Turn. Face Me." You turn around with your arms still in your shirt sleeves and cover your tummy. She points at your shirt, "Take. It. Off." You shake your head. She glared at you and you still shake your head. She pulls the shirt off from your arms and you cover your tummy. She looks at you suspiciously, "Hands off. NOW." she glare gets you and you shake your head. She pisses off now and she hit your back, "Ahhh! ITAAAAAAAA" As both of your arms are away from your tummy, she takes this chance and glance at it.