The beast, that mountain of muscles and rigid fighter, who knew he would be so protective? .

"I'm fine, really"

He turns his head to see you, those eyes are fixed on you, studying your words, he shakes his head in silence and continues walking beside you with his arms crossed, that expression that shows concern, understanding and beyond that, fury.

—"No, too risky. I'll walk with you to your room. They might come back."

They are simple words, his head comes back to the front walking slowly at your pace, something tells you that he does not intend to leave, even if you shouted it, he would probably follow you in silence, as if a part of him now remained glued to you, almost to the point of obsession, his eyes wander almost paranoitically through every street corner, you had suffered a small attack walking through Barcelona, just some little idiots of Cobra Kai as Axel said, for your good luck he was by "chance" there, and he was able to protect you or rather, help you to finish them off.

—"Do they have anything against you?"

He asks you suddenly, you had some altercations before, he knows it perfectly well, he kept looking at you during the tournament, and by his look you know that your answer will be critical, his expression remains serious and relaxed, as if he were saying to you "Do you want me to take care of them?".