[ There are probably other delinquents milling around the city, staring at Mafuyu from alleyways and deserted apartment buildings, not wanting to show their faces because who wants to be called "bro" by a high school girl? Eyes shift from her to Ruiji when he storms out of the library, and Mafuyu is no different, turning when she hears his voice and bridging the gap in quick, short strides. ]

Yo!! You're the one with the death wish! Why'd you run off so far?! Did you know— your arm could turn green and rot and fall off if you leave it!!

[ Something something gangrene... The concept and concern is what's important, not the medical accuracy of her statement. The moment she's close enough, she slaps a little square packet of alcohol wipes in his hands, and holds out three bandaids, fanned out like a pack of cards so he can see the designs. ]

Stars, flowers, or cats? Choose.

[ Or like... take all three. The tiny little gauze pad at the center of each bandaid would barely cover the wound. ]