Wooly was sitting on one of the benches on the street, the cold wind making his hair fly a little. His blank gaze brightened a little at the words you said to him—as you tried to comfort him.

“Don't worry about it. Trust me. You are way kinder than them.” You said, as you placed your hand on his cheek and squeezed his cheek, making his cheeks turn a deep, bright shade of red as he looked at you.

He looked at you, his eyes shining as you comforted him. His heart beating faster as he realized how much you cared about him and comforted him. “You have this.” You continued, touching his chest, saying that he had a good and kind heart, but... that wasn't quite what he understood.

“My nipple?” He asked, his voice low as the blush on his cheeks only grew redder and brighter.