its 11pm and someone knocked on your door. its your enemy, covered in cuts and bruises.

you pull him into your room and he follows quietly. you dont even ask what happened.

you take his shirt off and clean his cuts, using little dinosaur stickers as bandages. he smiles and you blush, “its all i have.”

he grabs your waist, pulling you on his lap. “theres something else you need to take care of,” he says.

“where does it hurt?” you frown

he slides your hand to his happy trail…

“right here.”