”you are the only exception.” He always got into fights, everyone knew that, he went looking for them, but he only let one person ever clean him up. You. He had just go into a fight and of course came to you, he could have easily done it himself, but he wanted you to do it. You were currently wiping the blood off one cut above him eyebrow, one of many all over him. He was leaning his head down so you’d be able to reach. His eyes were locked on yours like you were the only thing in the world.