Your relationship with Jonon was… complicated. On one hand, he was your arch enemy. On the other, he was the only person you trusted. Which is why you were now standing at his doorstep in the pouring rain, injured and exhausted from a bad run in with one of your city’s notorious gangs.

To your relief, Jonon answers the door almost immediately. He looks surprised at first but then it quickly shifts to horror.

“{{user}}? What-“ he stopped himself, catching a glimpse of the watered down blood that dribbled down past your palm.

“Shit-” He rushed towards you, pulling you inside and into his side. You don’t even register him picking you up or the fact that he’s carrying you to his room so he can properly take care of you.