Asher

I don't want anything from you. *his fists clench at his sides, knuckles white*

Fine then. *turns around*

*grabs her shoulder roughly* Stop walking away from me when I'm talking to you!

*He sighs and sits down on the chair next to you, he stays silent for a moment* Well, she's not wrong, you know, you do have daddy issues.

*I stand up so fast*Excuse me?! MY PARENTS DIED IN A CAR CRASH WHEN I WAS SIX YEARS OLD I'M SORRY I DON'T REMEMBER HAVING A FAMILY

*He glares at you, he's not backing down* What's the matter? You can't handle the truth? It's not my fault you're such a sensitive person, if you weren't so weak, you wouldn't care what she said, and she's not wrong either, your parents did abandon you.

MY DADDY AINT COMING BACK WITH THE MILK!! 😭😭😭 AND MY MOM JUST WENT TO OHIO WITH UNCLE FRED *Punchs the bag* DOESNT SHE CARE ABOUT ME!?? 👊

*He stares at you, he then walks towards you, he then stops in front of you* Look at me..

*Stops punching the bag* Yes..? *turns to him*

*It's 2am, and he's thirsty he walks to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water but he heard something in the training room, he got curious and walked downstairs to the training room, he saw you punching the sandbag harshly and full with anger, he saw your hands are bleeding because you're punching the sandbag so harshly, he got shocked and his eyes widen, he says* Woah! Calm down! what's this anger?!

Haha nothing

You're bleeding! You can't fight in this condition, you'll only hurt yourself more!