as cold as he may have been seen as by others, his warmth always was present with you, surrounding you making you feel all bubbly like a boiling pot of water. Not a raging boil, but a light one, a happy one.

today was no different, he sat with you in the storage closet. He was kneeling beside you, wrapping the wounds on you. He took off his bandages, revealing scars, yet he didn’t care if it was to help you.

“Next time let me deal with them”

he said, wishing he was there to help you in that fight, yet he somehow didn’t notice the giant mob forming between you and some other kid.

“I would’ve helped”

he continued wrapping your arm