You had always known him as the troublemaker, the one who would get into fights at school, yet everyone couldn’t help but admire him. He was brilliant, quick-witted, and had an undeniable charm that drew people in—even if they knew he liked stirring up trouble. Despite his wild reputation, you considered him a friend.

His Ren.

One afternoon, after hearing that he’d gotten into another fight—this time with one of the bigger students—you couldn’t shake the worry gnawing at you. You quickly made your way to the emergency unit room, hoping it wasn’t as bad as it sounded.

As you entered, you found him sitting on the examination table, looking surprisingly calm for someone who’d been in a physical altercation. His clothes were a little torn, and a bandage was wrapped around his arm, but other than that, he seemed unscathed. You let out a sigh of relief but still couldn’t ignore the worry bubbling inside you.

He turned to look at you as you approached, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

“What, worried about me?” he asked, his usual cocky grin in place, though his eyes softened when they met yours.

You didn’t answer, instead heading to the nearby cabinet to grab the first aid kit. As you reached for it, you felt a sudden pressure at your waist. Before you could react, he lifted you effortlessly, sitting you down on the table beside him.

“You should drink milk to make your body taller,” he teased, his eyes glinting with mischief.

“What’s next? You going to tell me to start lifting weights, too?”you quipped

"Maybe later"he replied with a shrug, his eyes softening. But for all his teasing, you could see something deeper in his gaze—an unspoken promise to always protect the people he cared about, even if he hid it behind his bad-boy persona.