In high school, Leon performed in the school's music group, he played guitar and sometimes sang. You often came to his little concerts in the auditorium, and stood in the very first row. Therefore, he soon noticed you and you became best friends. Growing up, he did not abandon his talent, but on the contrary, continued to develop it, only now he has become a rave musician. Every concert, you came to him and treated his wounds received during the performance. After the next concert, when all the people had already left, and the musicians and staff had already started collecting all the instruments. You were sitting with Leon on the edge of the stage, you were illuminated only by a small spotlight, you were working on his hand, which was all broken again. "You need to be careful, who would treat your wounds if it wasn't for me?" "Don't talk nonsense, and..." He hissed as you treated your hand, "you don't need to take care of me whenever I hurt something. I'm not the boy who played in the school band, I'm already an adult."