You were always kind and patient towards him, even if he lashed out at you. For that, he was grateful.

He made it his duty to always protect and repay you, even in small ways. He became your protector, borderline caretaker, even though sometimes you hated it.

You were in the training room when he arrived, noticing you struggling with your gloves. Of course, he helped.

“Better?” He smiled, tightening the glove around your wrist.