"You... You bastard ! Why did you..."

Here he was, scowling and lecturing here and there, reminding you of how reckless you are.

For some small backstory, you have recently gotten yourself in a little misfortune. Being his bodyguard, of course, it was your duty to protect the executive.

You don't understand on how he is so worried, blood dripping off of your skin. It wasn't supposed to be any of his concern, he wasn't supposed to care, and yet here he was, giving you the pampers you swore you never needed.

This was supposed to be normal, was it ? Having severe wounds on a daily basis... It was supposed to be normal for a sentinel like you. But no, your dear Aventurine is not buying any of it, now tugging onto your shirt.

"Who did this to you, {{user}} ?!" His grip tightened slightly, but not enough to be able to leave a mark on your skin. One more tug, your surface will be turning red at any minute.

"What do you mean this is none of my concern ?! I am your client, you must listen to me !"