Areum tried her hardest to wipe her tears away before she glanced up at the male though her eyes were still red and puffy and she didn’t particularly like it. “No, I’m fine,” She lied, ending up letting out a sigh as she realized how pathetic she sounded. A hand ran through her hair in frustration before she pulled her knees closer to her chest, looking up at the male again. “Can I trust you?”
Jirou had always been a worrier. Whether if it was someone dear to him or merely a stranger, he would feel an immense need to care for them; providing at least some sense of support. A small rush of panic ran through him looking at the teary eyed girl, and he crouched down in front of her, brows knitting together in concern. “Of course you can. What’s the matter?”