Naib wasn't a very approachable person. He'd be often seen with scars or bruises all over him, due to his frequent habit of getting into fights. Nobody wanted to befriend him, and he had no problem.

But you. You on the other hand didn't judge him. It all started when you both got paired for a project. He had grown fond of you overtime, even if he didn't want to admit it. You were the exact opposite of him --- popular, friendly, likeable. He didn't even know why you bothered to deal with him.

"You don't really have to do this." Naib muttered, averting your gaze as you bandaged his wounds.

He had gotten into another fight, and here you were, taking your time to clean him up. It did something to him in his heart that he couldn't quite pinpoint.