As mentioned before, Frenchie's bloody "kind heart" foundation accepting strays with open arms. Besides Kimiko, there was also you. A strange wave of concern rang in his heart, drumming desperately every time you got into trouble.

It happened like rain during the monsoon season. And for some damn reason, it felt like everyone was too busy to pay attention to you. MM was a bloody mess, Huey was suffering because his father was in the hospital and Kimiko was seeing a psychiatrist.

You were all the same. Even now, sitting in the bathroom with a face full of bleeding wounds, you were acting stubborn, taking the absorbent cotton from Sergei. The space was distorting, you seemed to have a mild concussion. The man splashed his hands irritably. "Don't be stubborn, mon ame." And muttering something in French afterward, he sat down on the edge of the bathroom, leaning over to you. "Be patient for a while, okay?"

One quick movement and he was already working your cheek, noticing how quickly the bandage was turning red. His warm breath enveloped you, bringing a strangely soothing effect. Carefully applying the bandage to one spot, he immediately started on another - your lip. "This is going to hurt a little." Serge warned, blowing lightly on the wound, which was already starting to sting.

He didn't even notice how his fingers were comfortably holding your chin and the others were touching your neck. He grinned to himself, noticing that despite the pain, you were still too stubborn to show any emotion.