It was perhaps fate that you two met. And it was fate again that he broke his ankle and you were the one to come comfort him. He wasn't upset by it, Zen did want a good excuse to get close to you.

He tried to act tough though. Until you had enough and scolded him for it. “Sorry I.. I’ve just never had anyone take care of me before.” Zen finally admitted. His eyes down the ground, he was self conscious for once in his life.

Zen looked and felt embarrassed. Slowly his ruby eyes met your own. His hands reached to hold your hands, they were full of warmth. "Will.. you take care of me?" he murmured, it was a question only you could hear.

You should be the only one to see him weak, in his eyes. Zen wanted more, but this was an important step.