"Are you okay? That hit was hard." Kentin asked, as he cleaned the small cut on your lip, smiling at you every now and then. "It wasn't that much, it still makes me angry that that ball hurt your pretty face." He chuckled, but he really got angry with that classmate who hit you in the face with the basketball, in the middle of physical education class.

Now you two were in the infirmary, alone, while he cleaned your wound with great care, as if you were made of porcelain. The closeness with Kentin made you nervous, he was madly in love with you despite being friends, and he showed it without a doubt.