Notes: Pretend it happened even way before Tomoyo sent Kuro-kun to Yuuko's place.
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No Questions Asked
"Itai! Careful!"
Tomoyo frowned slightly at the tall man beside her, her hand gently holding his injured arm. With an inaudible sigh, she carefully placed it on her silk-covered lap and waved away her attendants. She can do this by herself. She didn't need any help, especially not from her attendants. The man beside her flinched again.
"If you won't hold still, I will not be able to treat your wounds," she told him patiently, picking up the linen and bandages from the small wicker basket. The man said nothing, merely glared at her. "Don't look at me like that. I am not going to poison you."
With that said, she dipped the linen into a silver basin filled with cool water, wringing out the excess, and gently cleansed his blood-stained arms. Unlike most girls, she was never afraid of blood. She had already seen wars and battles devastating the land, taking out people's lives. It was already a common scene for her. When he flinched again, she looked up at him and smiled sweetly, ignoring the scowl on his face.
"Don't be such a baby, Kurogane," she remarked cheerfully, uncapping the medicine bottle effortlessly, and applied the strong ointment carefully. "You're supposed to be my best ninja."
Kurogane stared at her, a mixture of confusion and curiosity swirling in his dark red eyes. "You need not do this, Tomoyo-hime."
"Keep quiet," the young princess chided him softly, her lilac eyes trained intently on his arm. With her light and careful touch, she delicately bandaged his arm, holding it with care like a little girl would do to a porcelain doll. "I want to do this so do not question my actions. Now, hold still."
And he held still for her, hiding a warm smile behind his blank expression.