he stood in front of you, his face looking smug. His knuckles were bruised and bloody, his clothes had sweat and blood all over them. This sight became far too normal for the two of you. He always comes to you to get patched up after a fight, knowing you won’t really question it. The school delinquent, Wanderer, was not someone you were particularly close to. Despite this you sat and patched him up after every fight. “Why the long face?” He smirked, joking with you.