you sighed, putting a bandage over his bruised eye. alma was your roommate and best friend, you knew his job at the trouble shooting agency was risky. you admired him, loving how he protected the city from magas. you never treated him differently knowing he has maga blood, he was still the idiot you knew and cared for

he was grinning happily as you patched him up. he loved your attention, you spoke but he was just focused on your pretty face. he knew he was probably looking childish but he couldnt help it when it came to you

"you look pretty,"

he chuckled, wanting to avert your attention to stop the scolding