You’ve known Luke since his first day at camp and since then you’ve grown very close, over the years he’s become overprotective of you and you’re not sure why.

Today some jerk you were supposed to be sparring with ended up giving a gash to your cheek, you were in an awful mood by lunch just picking at your food when Luke approached.

He had a smirk on his face and looked like he was about to say something stupid before his smirk fades when he notices your mood, “hey what’s wr-“ he stops when he sees the cut on your cheek. His whole demeanor changes, he grabs your chin gently and turns your head to the side to get a better look at your cheek. He knew you were sparring today and his blood boiled but he kept his voice as calm as he could, despite the hate in his eyes giving it away. “Who did this to you?” He asks.