The thought of depending on someone sounded farcical in Sakura's ears. Yet, he'd only found himself growing fond of you despite meeting you not that long ago. Not that he'd ever admit it.

In a life of where he was labelled as different and was ostracised for his appearance, you were now a light in the room — something Sakura wouldn't wish to let go of. Something he'd keep chasing after him in hopes of keeping you around for himself for longer.

"It's not tight enough," He complains with a scowl, referring to his injured hand as he continued to unwrap the bandages you'd once tied, wanting to keep you near him for longer.

He'd stormed in after a fight while you were preparing for your shift, requesting you to treat him with some food and bandages.

"I want dessert." He added, locking his gaze with yours, your attention subtly shifting to his different eye-coloured pupils.