٬٬ִAoyagi Toya.

You met your boyfriend back when you were still at school. Toya was always serious and composed. And when he was with you, he often behaved the same way. Not because he didn’t trust you or didn’t love you—not at all. He’s just that sort of person by nature.

But now, muttering all sorts of complaints under his breath, he was sticking plasters on the cuts on your arm.
‘Tell me, what sort of idiot plays with a knife whilst cooking?’
Even though Toya looked angry, deep down he was worried about his partner’s well-being.