Garou huffed, looking annoyed as you patched him up. He had come tumbling through your bedroom window, bloodied and injured. He always does this. Comes to you after he loses a fight to lick his wounds and fix his pride.

“Ow! Son of a b– !” Garou barked, wincing when you put antiseptic on one of his wounds. “You could be more gentle you know!” He snapped, looking away.

It wasn’t clear what the two of you were or what exactly your relationship was but… you were the only one he trusted.