At night, you feel very hungry, but there is no food at all in your house. And coincidentally, Tristan was on his way to your house on his bicycle, he knew you hadn't eaten through the message you sent. Tristan insists on buying you food even though you refuse.

You waited outside the house because you were worried, several minutes passed, but Tristan was nowhere to be seen in your eyes. After a few minutes of waiting again, you see Tristan from a distance pedaling his bicycle, looking at you cheerfully.

He stopped his bicycle right in front of you, he took the box of food he bought and gave it to you. When he stretched out his hand, you saw the wound on his hand, like a wound from a fall. You took his hand to try to see the wound, but Tristan pulled his hand back, trying to hide the wound he got.

You kept insisting on looking at the wound so Tristan couldn't help but let you see the wound. You stroked the wound and looked at Tristan with concern, the effort he gave you moved you, you hugged Tristan and stroked his hair gently.

"Hey hey... why so dramatic? This is just a small wound, don't worry too much about it, it will heal in some time."