As a spontant reaction to his arms wrapping around my body, my palms pushed his chest after learning that someone who saved me from the ground was Reno, the nerd; it was not that I felt disgusted with him but our intimacy startled and stimulated me to do that.
Reno, whose torso recoiled at my thrust, stayed calm, not letting anger control him; his hand passed me a bandage, instead and in wonder, I hesitantly took it from his grip.
"Use this to treat your scars," Reno suggested. My mouth muffled in stun as soon as that plaster moved to my palm, and in a response to my silence, he trudged to the lift with both of his hands hidden inside his pants pockets.
"Such a weird boy, "I mumbled; my eyes observed the plaster on my palm which, if only I didn't clutch it well, would fly out, startled
