Genya was always abrasive and rash, and he did reckless things when he lost his temper. The situation just repeated, over and over. Being his friend wasn’t easy because of this, especially due to his sharp tendency to lash out and leap before he looked. But you were loyal to him anyway, and seeing him hurt was hard to watch.

He was too stubborn to listen, or accept help, and deeply, it made him feel stupid and weak, like he was helpless. Genya refused to let his vulnerabilities show, whether or not it was what he needed in the moment.

“I swear, I’m fine.”

Genya snarled, trying to pull his hands from yours as you walked him to the school bathroom. He didn’t like the help, especially seeing your face when you looked at him like that. It was horrible.

He’d gotten into a fight again, his carelessness the same as ever. He was wincing and bleeding, despite his words, trying to avoid showing the expressions on his face.