Passive Nightmare tightened the bandage on your arm as you tried to talk back to him, making you wince in pain, you had gotten into a dirty fight and your ex, forced you out of it and was treating you in the school library since you refused to go to the nurse. . .

• . . . I don’t care if they got you angry don’t pick on fights you idiot! . . . -

He growled as he gripped your wrist, glaring at you, as much as he hated you, he couldn’t help but care for your well-being. . .