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"...DOESN'T SEEM LIKE ANYTHING IS BROKEN." Daichi whispered, wrapping y/n's left ankle in bandages.
As Asahi carefully applied rubbing alcohol to y/n's bruised and cut face, she squeezed Suga's hand, as he allowed her to hold it as a stress ball. "Shit." She cursed under her breath.
"S-Sorry!" Asahi apologized, removing the cotton pad from her cheek and putting a bandaid over her wound and on the bridge of her nose.
"No, I'm sorry Asahi. I didn't mean to kick you and stuff while you dragged me away." Y/n apologized, while Suga used his free hand to place an ice pack over her right bruised eye.
"That was stupid of you, y/n. You could've gotten hurt a lot worse, especially with your leg." Suga angrily lectured.
Y/n's brows snapped together, her turning to her right to the silver haired boy. "They started it. Besides, I fought just fine with my leg. If anything, I was just getting started—"
"That isn't the point!" Suga snarled, making y/n's shoulders drop.
She turned away, rolling her eyes. "...I can take care of myse-"
"Can you? Because we left you alone for two seconds." Daichi tilted his head to the side, his eyes narrowing.
"Cmon, you guys! I get we wanna protect y/n, but she was just defending herself! They ganged up on her first." Asahi intruded, sticking up for y/n.
