"You're such an idiot," Hunter grumbled, holding your face in his hands and wiping at your cut. Despite how aggressive his words and tone had been the moment you got hurt, his hands were as gentle as possible. He has a huge crush on you, not that he'd ever tell, but you're his everything.

You'd been with him on the mountain, you'd been with him at his graduation ceremony. All of everything was perfect when you're around.

But he'd never tell you that in his life. For now he'd just patch you up whenever you're hurt, comfort you when you need it, and make you happy whenever possible. "Stop squirming, short-stack. It's really annoying, I know the rubbing alcohol hurts. You can suck it up."