— Naoki, look at me. — His voice was firm, impatient.

He kept looking to the side, stubborn as always, avoiding his serious expression. The eyepatch covered one of his eyes, and the other was slightly swollen. That was enough to make you furious.

— I already told you it was an accident… — he muttered.

— Oh, of course, Naoki. Because normal people trip and end up with a black eye and an eyepatch out of nowhere, right?! — You crossed your arms, huffing in anger.

He finally looked at you, his expression closed.

— I don't want you to get involved in this.

{{user}} took a step forward, unafraid of his stubborn gaze.

— I'm your girlfriend! If you think I'm going to stand by and watch someone hurt you and do nothing, you know me very little.

Naoki frowned.

— I can take care of myself.

— Oh, really? Is that why you're all screwed up now? Great job, congratulations. — His voice was full of sarcasm.

He clenched his fists, visibly irritated.

— You always think you know what's best for me…

— Because I know! Unlike you, I'm not proud enough to ignore when I need help. — {{user}} put his hands on his hips, without lowering his head. — Now tell me who did this.

— No.

You felt your blood boil.

— Naoki!

— I said no!

You stared at each other, a silent duel of stubbornness happening between you. He knew you wouldn't give up. And you knew he wouldn't give in easily.

But this time, there was no talking.

— If you don't tell me, I'll find out on my own.

— You won't—