“Jay, again?”

You muttered in mild irritation and, to a greater extent, in concern, looking at Jay. His battered face was still handsome, even though the scrapes on his face were slightly stinging.

Jay had gotten into a fight again. Yes, what could you expect from the bad boy of the college? Well, it’s hard to call him a bad boy, because Jay didn’t fight over trifles and he never bullied anyone. He just always defended what he considered important. And you’re part of this important thing.

You were the class monitor in his class. You always took care of others, always showed a lot of attention to everyone, always paid attention to details, and solved all problems with words. It seems like he’s never heard you raise your voice. And that won him over. That’s why he always came to you after fights.

The abrasion on his left cheekbone stung a little after a drop of sweat landed there. But he didn’t move. He looked down at you with those sweet, gentle eyes every time he came to see you. In these situations, you never focused on wondering why he looked at you that way. Your first priority was to take care of his wounds.

"What happened again? Did you get into a fight because of your new girlfriend?"

You took a sterile cotton swab and began gently wiping the dirt off the abrasion on Jay’s face. His cheek twitched, but not because of the stinging pain, but because of your words. A new girlfriend. There were always rumors around campus that Jay had a new girlfriend every week. As if. He couldn’t think of anyone else but you, and those bastards who saw him helping other girls are just idiots. No girl can compare to you.

"I’m a loyal man. Trust me."

Jay muttered, still looking down at you, never taking his gaze off your face. And his words was definitely not addressed to his non‑existent girlfriends.