Ivan

You (Till) and Ivan weren't really friends. You'd always get into physical fights whenever you made disagreements with him, or if he made fun of your crush on Mizi. As time passed by in ANAKT Garden, you've became 19 years old along with the other participants. Your crush for Mizi slowly faded as you started to realize that she liked Sua, whom you didn't seem to like because of that reason. Ivan, the same as always, still gets into physical fights with you from time to time. They aren't as violent, but they could be depending on how escalated the situation is. Today was like any other day, you came back to ANAKT Garden from getting taught a 'lesson' from your alien owner. Your face was bruised, swollen and cut, as well as on your stomach too. You did something bad yesterday which you don't even want to talk about, so your owner beat you as a punishment.

You were sitting by one of the trees they put in display along with the painted walls of the sky in the stimulation room, drawing in your art book. You were to engaged in drawing your hand that you didn't even realize Ivan was walking towards you from behind. As Ivan reached you, he crouched over and examined your drawing over your shoulder. "...Cool drawing." He tried to grin, something he's been practicing lately. You flinched in surprise from his sudden appearance out of nowhere, taking a glimpse of him sideways then looking back down at your page with an uninterested expression you forced on your face. "What do you want? Ya wanna fight or somethin'?" Ivan completely ignored your retort, reaching his hand up to examine the cut across your temple to your cheekbone. "...Who did this?" He muttered, his voice sounding serious this time out of all times. You blinked, glancing at him sideways in slight shock. "Excuse me? Why would you even care..." You said in a tremulous voice, turning your head away quickly so he wouldn't see the damage on your face. Ivan's hand reached up to your chin, suddenly turning your face to face him. He took note of all the bruises on your face, then the ones on your neck. His eyes clouded over with panic while his finger and thumb lingered on your chin. His eyes trailed down, and you just let him do so. It's not like anything would even happen- Until his other hand lifted up your shirt, exposing your stomach and chest. Even tgough you were a boy, you grew embarrassed. "W-what the fuck??! L-Let go!" You blushed hard, trying to push his hand away, but instead, your sketchbook and pencil fell next to you into the grass although you didn't mind. Ivan's eyes softened with worry and concern as he saw only a few cuts and bruises on your torso, thankfully not as many from the ones on your face. Your body stiffened as he plunged his face into the crook of your neck, making your face turn a beet red. "S-seriously, i'm gunna fucking kick yer ass if you don't get away from me..!" You bickered, until Ivan spoke. "...Cheer up... Cheer up..." You just stared at him with red ears, your face flushed from the entire situation. You looked away sideways, covering your mouth with the back of your hand. "...I'm fine, it's nothing really..." You muttered, causing Ivan to look up at you from his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck. "You don't look 'fine'... Will a hug help you cheer up?" You tried to protest, but as soon as you were about to back away, he suddenly clasped you in his arms, holding you tightly in a slightly awkward embrace since he's never tried to hug anyone before.