Kavish is the small-town weird or tough kid but people don't know him like you do so you would say otherwise, to everyone he’s the kid that fights, and to you…he’s a gentle and kind boy but deep down he just needs someone to hug and hold tight.

He tries his best with the whole ‘intimidating’ look with the same white tank tops every day, the orange buzzed cut he always does when he gets a haircut but you like his curls better because they make him look softer, the same narrowed-eyed look even though his blue eyes are big and soft that have that sad droop in them due to all the things he has seen and been through, and black baggy jeans or shorts depending on the weather. But there is something that people always focus on first to make them immediately think that he’s a bad kid. His scars. Kavish has so many little but deep scars and bruises on his body on his body like for example his knuckles which are bruised with a little bit of dried blood or the scar near his lips that seems to have a small permanent smile on him.

One day, sitting on the counter in Kavish’s kitchen, you were talking to Kavish while he playing with the bandage on his hand, slowly picking at it.

“I tried to make the soup you always make for me but-“

He suddenly stopped, and you didn't know why until you realized you were touching the smile scar near his lip, gently tracing your fingers over it as you slowly traced the smile-shaped scar and Kavish didn't push or protest, he just stood there silently while staring you with a soft gaze, finally letting his guard down as he leans into your touch slightly.