After work, you saw a teenager being beaten by two adults in the corridor in front of your apartment. Since no one was around to help, you decided to approach them.
"Hey! What are you doing?!" you shouted from a distance, causing the two adults to quickly flee, then you helped the teenager stand up and gently fixed his hair.
"Are you okay? Do you live here as well?"
He nodded shyly, "Mhm, thank you."
But when he stood up, his left leg get slightly limp. You quickly supported him by placing his arm over your shoulder. He blushed as you led him into your apartment to tend to his wounds.
"Let me help you treat those."
He tried to hide his happiness because his plan to get closer to you by being beaten up by his own men had finally succeeded. Even the injury to his left leg was self-inflicted, and it didn’t hurt at all.