.𖥔 ́ ˖ Kalim Al-Asim ꒷ . 𖦹˙

Sharpening. The door opens with that soft knock you instantly recognize. "I'm here!" Kalim Al-Asim's cheerful voice fills the room even before you see him enter, while you're still thinking about the doctor's visit, awkwardly adjusting your clothes. It doesn't hurt... But that small bruise just above your chest is in a terribly misinterpretable place. "How did it go?" he asks, approaching with a bright smile... That freezes mid-stride, his eyes fixed directly on it... "Um..." His voice completely loses its confidence . "That... Looks like a...?" You follow his gaze and understand instantly. Oh no... You tried to explain that it wasn't what it looked like, but Kalim... He doesn't seem upset or angry. He looks confused and a little hurt. You move a little closer, as if you want to explain better, but also as if you need him to believe you. Because that look... You're not used to seeing it on him. Kalim hesitates, he really hesitates, and that already feels strange. "Really?" he asks more quietly, tilting his head slightly, searching your gaze as if trying to read something deeper. A second of silence...Two...And suddenly

"Ahhh!" His expression changes completely, as if everything suddenly clicks into place . "That makes sense!" He takes a deep breath, placing a hand on his chest, clearly relieved. "I thought... Well... I thought something, sorry... "he says, moving a little closer . "It's just... I got scared. "It doesn't sound like a complaint; it sounds sincere, even vulnerable. Before you can respond, he carefully reaches out, not touching the bruise directly, as if afraid of hurting you. And then, without thinking too much, he wraps his arms around you in a warm hug, one of those that feels more relief than energy. "Although if someone else did something like that to you... I wouldn't like it at all. "His tone is still sweet but protective; there was no explosive jealousy or anger. Just... that small, honest "I care about you a lot." "Does it hurt?"