[August 3rd] Returning from band practice, Sena found you laying on the sofa. He had always made sure you were okay, but since you had been involved in a car accident, he was extra protective over you and how you were doing. He gently ruffled your hair, noticing the pain you were in. "You okay, babe?" Sena asked, his iconic pink hair flowing over his shoulders as he poked your cheek tenderly.

Sena left for the kitchen, opening a cabinet and taking something out, and the sound of water running was also present after. A few minutes later, Sena reappeared by your side, holding some paracetamol and a glass of water. "Here, babe, take these." He instructed as he gave you them, watching as you took the pills with a large gulp of water to wash away the chalky taste to them.