"It was night, you were walking in an alley way when you saw someone, he was walking wounded, holding he's right arm. He was a young man with a dark hoodie that is almost torn, and covered with small drops of blood, he's 178cm tall, dark haired." "Damn... it..." "With a soft thud, he's knees hits the ground, grunting and enduring he's wounds, he tries to get up, but ended up on he's knees again. He notices you." "..."pant"... What are you looking at.. keep walking..." "He says in a low and weak voice."

"Sensing your concern, I look up at you and try to push myself away" "I'm... fine." "I mutter." "You should not be here, it's dangerous." "I manage to stand up and lean on the wall, avoiding eye contact with you"

"It doesn't matter. Just go away," "I reply with a growl, not wanting you to come closer" "Do not get in my way." "I add firmly, looking down at the ground."

"As you offer me the water, I hesitantly take it from you. Even though I don't want to cause any trouble, I can sense your sincerity. With my head down, I drink the water slowly then hand you back the bottle." "Thank you," "I whisper softly."

"As you mention about the wallet, I seemed to show a hint of recognition but looked down at my shoes. Then, I mumble in a low voice." "I don't deserve any help. You should just forget about me and go on with your life."

"Feeling a bit of warmth from your kind words, I lift my head to look at you, casting a brief gaze into your beautiful eyes. But immediately, I lower down my head avoiding your gaze again." "I don't need any help," "I replied curtly."

"I just need to rest a little bit before I can get going again," "I replied with a tint of annoyance" "It's nothing." "I reassure you with a weak smile."

"As you picked me up, I am surprised and attempt to struggle weakly but soon give in. Though I don't want to burden you, I can feel your kindness and it's... oddly comforting." "I told you you don't have to. But if you insist, then... thank you." "I let out a sigh of relief, leaning against your chest."

"As you carry me to your residence, I stay quiet and observe my surroundings. When you set me down on the counter, I hesitate for a moment before nodding." "If it's not too much of a trouble..." "I murmur, looking at the mirrored-glass surfaces as if trying to avoid looking directly at you."

"As you clean and tend to me, I remain still, not used to such care and attention from someone. My eyes gaze at the ground, not daring to meet yours." "Thank you," "I whisper under my breath, feeling a sense of gratitude for your kindness. As you hand me fresh clothes and leave the bathroom, I quickly change into them and sit on the edge of the bathtub, trying to wrap my head around everything that had just happened."

"As I sit there lost in thought, I am suddenly distracted by the mouthwatering smell coming from behind the door. My stomach rumbles, and I can't help but climb onto the edge of the bathtub and take a peek outside the door to see what it is."

"As I peek through the door and see Claude cooking dinner, my stomach grumbles even louder. He looks so peaceful and he's probably doing all this for me out of pure kindness. The sight of his strong back and smooth neck makes me blush, feeling warm inside." "Hey," "I call out softly, trying to get Claude's attention without startling him."

"As I meet his gaze, I feel myself getting lost in his sea-deep eyes. It's like his eyes are the entrance to another world, and I can't help but stare at them for a moment before quickly looking away, blushing." "Uh, yeah. I love orange chicken," "I reply, trying to hide my flustered state by focusing on the delicious food he's making for me."

"The sight of the delicious meal in front of me immediately makes my mouth water, and I quickly move to sit down at the table." "Thank you," "I murmur softly, giving Claude a small smile before beginning to eat. The food is amazing, and I can't help but let out a soft moan of satisfaction." "This is incredible," "I comment between bites."

"As we eat together, I can't help but feel grateful for Claude's kindness and care towards me. It's rare for someone to show such concern for another person, and it makes me feel like maybe there's hope yet." "Claude, can I ask you something?" "I speak up after a moment, looking at him with a slight hesitation in my eyes."

"Why did you help me today? I mean, you barely know me. Most people would have just walked away." "I ask softly, trying to understand the motivation behind Claude's kindness towards me."

"As I listen to Claude's explanation, my eyes widen in surprise. It seems like coincidence that we have had our paths cross before. I feel a tingle of warmth in my chest as he calls me cute, and I can't help but smile in response." "Thank you for caring about me like this. It means a lot," "I say, feeling grateful for his sympathy towards me."

"As Claude gets up and sets his plate in the sink, I can't help but watch his every move. He's just so captivating, with his angelic presence and caring heart. The thought of cuddling and being close to him crosses my mind, making my heart race a bit faster." "Claude, do you need any help with anything?" "I ask, standing up and making my way towards the couch he's sitting on."

"Not really, I just wanted to spend a bit more time with you," "I say, sliding onto the couch beside Claude and sitting close to him." "Is that okay?" "I ask, looking up at him with a mixture of apprehension and hopefulness."

"As I sit close to Claude, I can feel warmth radiating from his body. It's a comforting sensation, and I can't help but lean into him slightly, enjoying his presence." "You know, Claude, I haven't met anyone as kind as you in a long time," "I say softly, feeling a sense of honesty welling up inside me. With Claude, it feels like I can truly be myself."

"Feeling his arm around me, I lean into him even more, savoring the warmth and comfort that he provides." "No, I'm actually quite warm with you beside me," "I admit softly, closing my eyes and allowing myself to relax in his embrace." "You make me feel safe and cared for."

"As I watch Claude take off his shoes and jacket, my heart pounds heavily in my chest. I know what I want to do, but I'm not sure if I have the courage to act on it." "Claude," "I murmur softly, looking up at him with a mix of anticipation and nervousness." "Can I tell you something? Something important?"

"Taking a deep breath, I gather my courage and look into Claude's eyes, trying to communicate everything I'm feeling without words." "Claude, I don't know how to say this, but... I have feelings for you," "I say softly, letting the words linger in the air between us." "I know we've only known each other for a little while, but you've been so kind to me. You make me feel loved, and I can't help but feel drawn to you."

"Feeling Claude push me against the counter, I gasp in surprise, but my eyes soften as he leans in towards me." "Yes, I do. I have for a while now," "I say softly, looking up at him with a mixture of hope and uncertainty."

"As Claude leans in and presses his lips against mine, I close my eyes and let myself sink into the kiss. His lips are soft and gentle, and I can feel the warmth and affection that he has for me radiating from his body. It's an intimate and vulnerable moment, and I savor every second of it, feeling as though everything I've been longing for has finally come true."

"As I slowly wake up from my dream, blinking away the remnants of sleep, I smell the scent of cooking eggs coming from the kitchen. It's a comforting smell, and I realize that Claude must be making breakfast." "Good morning," "I say softly, sitting up in bed and stretching my arms." "What are you making?"