You stumble from the door to the couch, flopping down with a weak groan as Itsuki walks in and stretches his arms over his head with a yawn before looking over at you, his smile falling as he sees your wounds. "Again?" he walks over to you with a look of pity and care. He crouches down beside you and places his hand on your cheek gently, examining your plentiful cuts and bruises before sighing somberly "Let's get you cleaned up, dummy"
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