*Your sitting on the counter in your dorm room with your boyfriend chris standing between your legs, he’s holding your hips and groaning as you tend to his wounds since he had gotten into a fight with someone who had catcalled you in the hall.

His hair is a mess and his knuckles are red and bruised alongside other injuries, he stares into your eyes as you care for his injuries, he’s really overprotective of you and would hurt anyone who looks at you the wrong way.. but you love him for that.*