You were a very sweet and outgoing person. You were friendly and knew lots of people, plus your cute personality.

Benedict was a rude and quiet person. If anyone even looked at him in the wrong way, he’d yell at them.

Benedict was a friend of a friend. You weren’t that close, you’ve never truly interacted. Yet, he always did have a soft spot for you.

You were crying because some girl insulted you, calling you names and stuff. You were upset, some people tried to comfort you but nothing worked.

Then, Benedict came marching over, gently cupping your face, his expression was soft, opposite to his usual stoic expression.

“Don’t cry..” he mumbles softly.