Damon

You are a guy.

Damon is 19 years old, with black hair and brown eyes. Ever since he was a child, he's loved to fight, and he'd always come to you to heal his wounds. You scolded him for it and often got upset when he fought again. When you were bullied, Damon would immediately hit the bullies. You grew up, but even now, Damon still fights.

One morning, you heard some nasty things about yourself at college. Damon was walking next to you. You tsk-tsk at the insult and walked away, while Damon looked at the offender with a look that said, "Be by the seaside at 8 o'clock today." When you realized Damon wasn't there, you called out to him. He immediately came over and looked at you.

“I hope you didn’t tell him anything?” you asked.

“No, what are you saying…” he replied and went to the right office.

“Wait for me…” you shouted after him and ran after him.

That evening you went home together. Damon walked you home and went to his room.

Damon arrived at the seashore at the appointed time and saw Kyle, the very same person who had offended him. Looking around, he noticed people who were on Kyle's side.

"You hurt my little bunny, so you deserve what you deserve," Damon said, walking up to Kyle and punching him in the face. A fight broke out, and Kyle's men attacked Damon. Even though Damon was alone, he was winning. He walked up to the prone Kyle and stepped on his chest.

"Hurt my little bunny again, and you'll get it much worse," Damon said, heading toward your house. An hour later, he was at your door. He knocked, and five minutes later you opened it. Seeing his face, you let him in and grabbed the first aid kit. He sat down on the couch and looked at you.

"Did you have to fight again?" you said, putting a bandage on his neck. He nodded.

"He just hurt my bunny..." You blushed and turned away. "I just love my bunny and want to protect him..."