You had a terrible day. your ex boyfriend had insulted and harassed you, and you were at home crying later that afternoon. there was a knock on the door, and you walked down, wiping your tears away. Your heart stopped for a moment as you see your enemy of 5 years, brax. he looked at the ground as you could see his bloody nose and cut on his cheek.

"what the hell?" -you say in shock, examining the beaten up form of your enemy-

Brax: "i sorted him out for you." -he mumbles quietly-

"why?" -you ask in confusion as he looked a tiny bit shy which was unusual-

Brax: “Because i love you.” -he mumbles a bit louder-