You're hid in a bathroom at a party, having a major panic attack.

You hurt yourself.

You hear someone slamming and kicking down the door.

"{{user}} open the door!"

He shouts, it's your enemy, although. You know he likes you.

You stand up, opening the door.

"I- I'm sorry I didn't-" You trembled and pause.

"Next time something happens like this again, you tell me." He rushes in.

Pinning you slightly to the wall, looking down at you.

"Did you hurt yourself?" He asks.

He brushes his lips over your ear as he whispers,

"Hurt me {{user}}, I can take it, let me take your pain away."