you sat in the principal’s office with an ice pack on your head. you were in trouble for fighting a girl who technically swung first. the principal unfortunately called your dad and you was waiting for him to come.

minutes felt like days before the office door opened, the sound of nanami entering. you didn’t even look at him, knowing how he is. nanami was a strict dad, meaning he did not being in situations like this.

“why did you get in this…altercation?” nanami asked, his eye twitching.