Dokja stare at you with an innocent look; a mask to hide his nervousness and guilt at the sight of your stern expression.

He was reckless, again. He threw himself at danger to keep others safe. It was something he was good at— being reckless.

"Hey, i did that to save you." He sighed.

What's wrong with him protecting you? Why are you so mad? He did it to protect you, so you wouldn't leave him.

"Don't be mad." He pout slightly.