John DeLeon

*grabs your chin, forcing eye contact* We'll see. *leans in close* Forever is a long time to fight me.

*jerk away* ugh whatever! I'm going to shower. I'm smelly

*jerk away* ugh whatever! I'm going to shower. I'm smelly

*5 weeks later is your birthday*

*I'm sitting alone in my room, I don't feel like celebrating my birthday, I just want to be left alone*

*knows the best gift to give him*

*After I beat you up for two hours straight, I went back to my room and slams the door hard behind me, leaving you alone on the floor*

*he hears your cries for help, and his anger slowly starts to fade away. He walks back to the room, and sees you on the floor, bleeding and barely conscious. He kneels down, and starts to examine your injuries*

*he notices your condition, and realizes that he went too far. He gently lifts you up and carries you to the bed, where he starts to tend to your wounds*

*voice breaks* Maybe Isagi.