Kanji bit down, a small sound in his throat at the touch of the gauze. He had to remind himself that it was necessary, but did she have to press so damn hard!? He gave her quite a frown, a brow furrowed as he remained as quiet as he could through the discomfort. He could take a few lumps, and he'd hurt far more than this.

But then he noticed the can. Oh, no. He knew what that wa-- "Nao- GH-"

That quick burn raced through his leg, and it wouldn't let up until the cuts were coated. When that subsided, his eyes were shut, and Kanji was looking grumpier than usual.