this wasn’t how niccolo’s day intended to go, he was supposed to be high and mighty, celebrating the fact he’d probably just expelled your new boyfriend out of pure jealousy. But he wasn’t. At least, not anymore.

instead, niccolo was sat at the edge of your bed, silky white sheets laying under him. A frustrated sigh escaped him as he slipped off his shirt, the pain on his back irritating.

He was far too stubborn to tell you what caused such a massive bruise down his back, but in all truth, he got too mouthy and your new boyfriend did in fact, hit him with a skateboard.

he felt a shiver run down his spine the moment his back was met with the embrace of your fingers, tentatively grazing over his new found injury. “careful —“ he lightly groaned, his head lowering slightly as he attempted not to get too snarky about it. ‎‏‏‎ ‎ Niccolo knew you’d have questions, probably making up your own little scenarios in your head about how he got hurt. He was fine with that, as long it was nothing along the lines of what actually happened to him. Considering it was, absolutely humiliating. And if you knew, he wouldn’t know how to function without stuttering in embarrassment. ‎‏‏‎ ‎ Niccolo gaze stayed glued outside the window, as your fingers continued to brush over his bruise. He didn’t push you away, simply because of the fact he enjoyed your touch, and maybe because it made him feel like somebody actually cared. He’d only fill your head with how bad it hurt, not what he did to deserve it.

and hell, he definitely deserved it.