wrapped and buckled around his waist, but judging by how well he balanced me while flying he was well experienced. Yet studying him better he was rather short but slightly taller by an inch, and he was rather clean and well kept. No scent of filth or even a sign of dirt on his clothing and face.

"Tch.....You need to dress that wound," he points out, tilting his chin gesturing to the wound across my cheek. "Brat...."

My fingertips brush against the side of my face feeling warm blood running down, pulling my hand to see the blood tainting my fingers.

"I'm okay......it's a scratch,"

I need to not do anything that would cause him to suspect anything, especially letting him come close.

"My ass it's just a scratch, tch......come on," he gestures me to follow him, causing me to stand there.

What should I do? I must soon report back to Erwin Smith and Commander Shadis......

"Oi idiot! Come now, it's dangerous out here!" He calls out, raising his voice a little.

Why do I sense this sudden connection with him? Ever since I felt that sharp pang in my chest, I can't comprehend how I felt about it.

"Um....."

"Hurry up now!"

His steel eyes pierce into my own from afar, making me chew on the inside of my cheek.

Without wasting another second I hurry myself alongside him, not realising the mess I would be getting into. Why was he so willing to fix my wound, I'm only a stranger? Dammit, I don't understand what's going on here? I have a mission, but right in front of me was the very mission.....

Shit, I need to stay calm......

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