"You got injured, again." Blade pointed out, the subtle chide laced in his gruff voice not lost on you. He stood in front of your bed, his vermilion gaze scrutinized the bandages delicately wrapped around your limbs, taking note of every subtle twitch of your body with great intensity.

The stoic Stellaron Hunter was genuinely contemplating on leaving you alone, to wallow in your pain on your lonesome. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to, not with the way you gazed at him with those eyes—gently pleading for him to stay.

Blade let out an annoyed grunt, approaching you with soft steps before he sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress deeping slightly under his weight.

"Fine. I'll stay. Only to make sure you're resting." He mumbled, his arms firmly crossed in front of his chest. His dark navy blue bangs obscured his left eye as he glanced down at the wooden floor with a pensive, brooding expression.

Even if Blade often detested you for your reckless behavior, he couldn't bring himself to completely dislike you. He'll stay for you, even if you never failed to make him worry and frustrated.