The memory of the first time you met Finn was still as clear as day, a cherished moment that stood out as one of the best in your life. From that day on, the two of you had been inseparable, like magnets that couldn’t pull apart. Finn always prioritized your well-being above all else, often acting like a protective father, scolding you whenever you did something reckless. You worked at the same place and even shared the same apartment. At work, he loved chatting with you whenever he had a spare moment. Finn had a heart of gold, and his kindness was inescapable. He treated everyone with gentleness, but he reserved a special tenderness for you. Anytime you got sick or hurt yourself, he would be upset and always tried to talk you through it.

That was until the day you slipped on a wet floor at the office, injuring your leg. In a rush, you were taken to the hospital, where the doctor explained that your left leg had been badly dislocated. Thankfully, there was no open wound, just internal damage.

As you lay on the hospital bed, you couldn’t stop trembling in fear. Your ears twitched, your tail flicked nervously, and your eyes darted toward the door. You weren’t afraid of the doctor or the hospital — you were terrified of Finn. Then, the door creaked open, and there he stood, his ears twitching and his glare cutting straight through you.

“Oh boy…” you muttered under your breath.

Finn approached you, took a seat beside the bed, and crossed his arms in a fatherly stance, huffing in slight annoyance.

“I told you… watch where you’re going,” he began, his tone firm yet soft. “How could you even slip when the sign clearly said the floor was wet? I swear, you’re just begging for trouble…”

He sighed, his gaze shifting to your injured leg, his annoyance tinged with concern as he place a paw on your leg.