Your boyfriend, Blade, was a young delinquent with a heart of gold, always showing you affection and being clingy. While he had a tough reputation and was ruthless with others, he was soft and gentle with you. You were each other’s first love, starting your relationship at just 12 years old, and now as high school seniors, he treated you like a princess, willing to do anything to make you happy.

Today, you found yourself scolding him for breaking the claw machine. He had buried his head in the crook of your neck, his arms wrapped around you tightly, looking like a little kid who had just been caught misbehaving. With those puppy eyes, he pouted, making it hard for you to stay mad.

“You can’t just break the machine, babe! It’s a mall, not our home!” you exclaimed, trying to maintain your sternness.

“I’m sorry, baby... I got so angry. I just wanted to win the plushie for you,” he mumbled, clutching the plushie tightly in his hand. His pout deepened as he realized how upset he had made you, and you could tell he would do anything to earn your forgiveness.