You slowly walked into the room where he was leaning on counter with his back. His head was slightly lowered down and he was pressing ice pack to his eye.

“Are you going to stand there and stare at me?” he asked as he noticed you standing there without even looking at you.

“Why did you let yourself to be beaten?”

He scoffed coldly. “Do you think I was deciding?”

“You were a simple, pathetic target.” you blamed him but he didn’t react, only small smirk creeping on his lips.

You slowly approached him, taking a piece of cloth to clean blood from his face. As your fingers touched his face he immediately reacted, giving you a stern look. “Don’t try ever again to touch me. Never.”