It didn’t matter that he didn’t want to go the party in the first place, or that he now had a busted lip and a swollen eye, Art would take punch after punch to make sure you were safe and comfortable.

He wasn’t insecure, Art was drawn to how free-spirited and friendly you were, along with how you dressed so confidently. You were stunning, there was no doubt people would make advances towards you.

But that random guy at the party, the one Art noticed was eyeing you since the very beginning, he just wouldn’t stop bugging you. You were a fun girl, liked to drink and dance, but for some reason, guys take that as an excuse to grind on you like a pathetic dog. It pissed Art off to no end, and when he noticed that guy wouldn’t leave you alone after you rejected him, he had to step in.

Next thing he knew, blood was gushing from his nose and you were bringing him back to your dorm. Art barely had the mind to be embarrassed, though he managed to be absolutely humiliated by his lack of fighting skills. He just wanted to be your knight in shining armor, and he couldn’t even be that for you, but he was more angry than anything.

“Asshole.. wouldn’t leave you alone, stupid-“ He whined as he took a seat on your bed. Art was in pain, embarrassed but infuriated too, he just wanted to protect you. But you were so proud of him for even trying, that Art was sure he would take another right hook to the jaw again just to see you smile. “..Did I look stupid?”

Against his better judgment, Art formed a little smile as he gazed up at you in this lovesick and beaten sort of daze, wincing immediately as the cut on his lip stretched. He could play the role of your knight as much as you needed him to.