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"Stop worrying about me, already! I'll be fine." Kazuma pushed away from Kimishima's concerned, careful hands, attempting to tie the bloodied bandage himself.
"If you'd stop getting hurt so much, I wouldn't worry, you know!" Kimishima cried out at him, reaching to Kazuma and pulling the younger man backward by the back of his ebony shirt. "Just let me help. It'll be easier this way."
Kazuma pouted and looked to be overall, very perturbed, but still he held out his arm to let Kimishima finish bandaging him.
"See, look how easy that was. All that complaining was for nothing."
"Shut up."
Kimishima laughed lightly and leaned over, draping his arms over Kazuma's shoulders and lying his forehead limply against the knobby bones of Kazuma's spine.
"Don't be that way! It's nice to be worried about, Kazuma." Kimishima said quietly. "It means that someone cares about you very much. Remember that."
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