He grabbed my hand, lifting it to his eyes.

“Pfft!”

"What!" I said, with burning hot cheeks and hands that were red with embarrassment.

“How’d you even manage to do this?” He snickered, trying to hold in his laughter with every fibre of his being.

I glared at him, “why are you so mean!”

My cheeks puffed out, probably making me look like a squirrel storing nuts in its mouth.

He looked a little startled by my expression, but in a split second, let out a small giggle.

“Well then, you should stop being such a klutz," He laughed, looking a little bit too happy with my displeasure.

"and stop pouting, knowing you, you’ll end up hurting your cheeks doing that.”

He started to pat his pants in search of something.

He let out an ‘A-ha!’ and a look of relief washed over his face. 

He pulled out band-aids from his pocket. And Without any warning, he was already wrapping one around my burnt finger, not letting me even process what was going on. His back was arched forward to imitate my height, trying to be closer to my finger. 

We stood close together, only a few cm between us. Even though he was hunched over, he was still a bit taller than me. I peeked a look at his face, his golden hair was lifted off his forehead by a piece of cloth tied around his head. He looked up from my finger, and our eyes met.

“Wow, your eyes are very purple,” I muttered in amazement, not noticing what I said.

His face looked a little shocked at what he heard, and I, who had now noticed what I had just said, covered my mouth.

“I-I mean, wow... you’re so good at wrapping wounds, you should be a doctor." My words were a bit muffled from my mouth still being covered by my hands. I was hoping that I could move away from the awkward things I had blurted out. 

He relaxed his face to his usual (cold) expression, and let go of my finger.