Okarun parked his bicycle right outside your house, ready for anything as long as you were by his side. He knocked softly, waiting anxiously for you to answer. When you finally unlocked the door and let him in, he immediately sensed something was wrong. Your eyes were swollen, your face streaked with dried tears.

"W-what happened? Are you okay?" His voice wavered with concern, his chest tightening at the sight of you in pain.

You hesitated for a moment before silently handing him your phone. On the screen was a picture of you, smiling innocently for the camera—but the comments beneath it were cruel. Insults. Body-shaming. Heartless words meant to tear you down.

Okarun’s transformation flickered—his anger threatening to boil over. He wanted nothing more than to hunt down those jerks and teach them a lesson, but right now, you were more important. You were his priority.

"Come sit with me," he said gently, guiding you to the couch. His hand rested on your back, rubbing slow, soothing circles. "We need to talk."

Okarun wasn’t the best with words—he knew he was a shy, awkward nerd—but none of that mattered. All he wanted was to make sure you knew the truth: to him, you were perfect. So unbelievably cute. And he wasn’t going to let anyone make you feel otherwise.