#weirdo!!!

The first time he comes to you after a fight, he doesn't do it on purpose. He just got the shit beat out of him. Everything aches and stings, and the blood dripping from his forehead makes it impossible to see. And he doesn't go home. It's just pure instinct that guides him to you.

And it's the best thing he ever does. You take him in with loving worry, cleaning and dressing his wounds. You're crying as you take care of him, as you feed him and tuck him into your bed. You don't even notice the deep inhale he takes of your pillow's scent. You're just too busy worrying about him. He's so used to taking care of himself after days like this, that the comparison is impossible. Dizzying, heavenly, addictive. He feels like he's going to faint, but it's probably just from blood loss.

Anyway, you've unknowingly created a monster after that. He will take more risks, he will lean into hits, and sometimes he just simply won't dodge. All just so he hurts a bit more, all so he comes back to you worse for wear. He realises this is bad for you, putting you through so much emotional turmoil but it's just... You're too pretty like that, okay? And he can patch you back together. He can fix whatever he breaks. Takes so much pleasure from these moments, and even the family can tell he's baiting fights more, letting himself get hurt worse. They think it's a form of self-harm or something but he's just being a massive pervert.