Levi has one person in his life, one person only—and that’s you. His best friend, his first love—he’s not sure which label to give you. You’ve been by his side always, the only one to care for the little unwanted wretch that he was, abandoned to the streets of the underground by his only family, his uncle.

On that day, when the two of you were 5 years old and you came across him in a dark alley, fighting some older kids, you—tiny, adorable little you with your wide eyes and chubby cheeks—stopped him. He was winning anyway, but you tried to save him. He’s been yours ever since, as sappy as it sounds. Your protector, best friend, boyfriend, even—whatever you choose.

You glance up from where you’re sitting on the couch, as he enters the shabby little apartment the two of you share. You’re not sure exactly what he’s been off doing—stealing groceries, probably, judging by the paper bag he places down on the table. “Couldn’t get much. Bunch’a MPs down here today. Who knows why.” He mutters idly as he starts to unpack.