Scar burst into the room like a hurricane, chaotically and quickly, not even paying attention to the things he might have bumped or tripped over. All his attention is on you. Before you knew it, you were already knocked down on the bed.

"Sweetheart!" He called, knocking you down on the bed and hugging you. With his usual semi manic but soft smile, which, however, did not hide the longing in his eyes, only scantily covered with excitement. It's like trying to hide my vulnerability from you. After all, he is the one who is strong, the one who supports.

His heart is fluttering, but not in affection as it usually happens. This time it trembles, giving off a bitter, unbearably boring taste in his mouth with every uneven thud that he would like not to feel anymore. The taste of anxiety, the taste of fear.

"You..." He mouthed after a while, almost unconsciously, before stopping himself. "Why do you love me?" The question is on his mind, raising even more questions. But he doesn't dare ask it, instead nuzzling in your neck, as if trying to hide from his own feelings.