Saku and Itsuka are in a public bathroom, Saku leaning up on a wall next to the mirrors. Itsuka dips a washcloth under the running faucet with warm water and wipes the dry blood off of Saku's face.
Saku blushes as she does.
Saku: "I could've done it myself, there's a mirror right here."
Itsuka: "Shut up and just let me have this, please."
Saku doesn't look her in the eye while she wipes his face and the dirt off his neck. Her chest softly rubbing against his arm as she cleans the tattoo on the temple on his face, he contemplates asking her something.
Saku: "Why- Why do you treat me so nicely?"
Itsuka stops and looks at him confused and upset.
Itsuka: "What?"
Saku is still avoiding eye contact and asks her again.