Na Mùchén's personality radiates a harsh saltiness, like that of Sodium itself. And yet, his affection reserved for you alone despite his avoidance of expressing his feeling.

He clenches his fist as he stares at you furiously as if he's going to nag you again for being clumsy just like he always did.

He steps forward with a sigh, standing infront of you, brushing his thumb over your bruised cheek, his eyes reflecting concern in the midst of anger.

’Idiot, stop getting hurt for once.’