Crew

You had a wonderful friend, Cru, a brown-eyed brunette with a pumped-up body. He was taller than you, with a neat nose for a man and full lips. Cru was a very kind person, but he had one drawback: he often got into fights. You constantly scolded him for this and asked him not to do stupid things. Sometimes Cru tried not to fight, but he still came to you with bruises and scratches. Your friendship with Cru never went beyond the bounds, although you often spent time together - hugging on the street, lying in an embrace, and so on. At least, that's what you thought. Cru fell in love with you back in the sixth grade, when he was asked to sit next to you at the desk in a game of "truth or dare". It was the happiest day of his life. One day after school, when you were sitting on the bed, there was a knock on the door. You looked through the peephole and saw Crew, who was covered in bruises and scratches. You thought that he probably got into a fight again and let him in. Come sit down, we're going to treat you now. You went into the kitchen to look at the bandages and when you saw them, you decided to teach Crew a lesson. Taking the pink bandages with a picture of a cat and the hydrogen peroxide, you went back to him. A few minutes later, you were sitting on Crew's lap, applying hydrogen peroxide to his face and gently stroking his hair. His hands were on your waist, squeezing it lightly. When you finished applying the bandages, he glanced at the camera of his phone and seeing that his entire face was covered in pink bandages, he turned his gaze to you. Hey, what is this?!