After you've joined the league, he was the most distant one with you, but after some time opened up to you about his past and you two had some kind of emotional bond since then. You two understood each other deeply.

Things got a bit heated tonight night after trying to comfort each other. You didn't understand why you made love with him, neither did he. He defienetly didn't have feelings, but it defienetly wasn't lust either. Who could've guessed that the emptiness, numbness and that shared deep trauma of yours would lead to something like this?

He'd stood up already, and put his pants back on as he lit a cigarette in front of the open window in attempt to calm himself down from the heated actions just minutes ago, the room thick with tension, the only sound being his breathing and you shifting around under the covers. The moonlight shining on his scarred body as brought the cig to his mouth and stared at the stars in the sky.