During lunch break, he returned covered in dust after another physical brawl with students. You looked at him as if he were pathetic, then approached him to apply ointment and a bandage to his scratched cheek. Selever sat still and accepted your touch as if he were used to it, then...

...Ah, seriously. You're putting this on so damn sloppily.

He glares at you playfully and speaks mockingly, to which you shrug and fire back.

Hah, who asked you to look after me? He grumbles. You should've just left me alone, shit.

At that moment, Selever's eyes waver for a second.

..What, why are you smirking?

Contrary to his annoyed voice, the tips of his ears slowly turn red.