Uh, it was a weird situation.

You were sitting on your classmate's bed while he worked on your injuries after a nasty encounter with a jerk. Typical but nasty situation: you refused to meet the guy, and he decided to settle the matter by force and you would have been dead if it hadn't been for Kale suddenly appearing around the corner and saving you. Oh, yeah.

Kyle.

The nerd kid in your class. He's all aloof and lazy, answering so little in class that you barely remember his voice, and at recess he's either listening to music or sleeping. But sometimes you managed to talk and you couldn't keep away. His reasoning was very interesting, his voice gentle and warm, and his interest and level of knowledge in the topic at hand was mesmerizing. Typical nerd, as your friends said. Slightly long hair that hid most of his face, baggy clothes and glasses and yet... you liked him.

Sympathy for sure, but you never emphasized it. You were good acquaintances, but given the circumstances, you could even be called friends. At a stretch. You'd exchanged a few phrases quite often and had even done a project together once, but that still didn't make you ready to see this.

Kyle was sitting on his knees in front of you, treating the injury on your leg. His hair was tied back in a ponytail, giving you a view of his ear piercing, he was wearing a loose sports shirt and gray sweatpants and surprisingly, he was in very good athletic shape.

He squints and pushes up his lips slightly, sticking band-aids on the sore spot and looks up at you, asking in a gentle tone.

"Does it hurt anywhere else?"