His eccentric self was about to start a fight. Step in, please?

You were the Student Council President. He was a demon running around, terrorizing everyone. Teachers were no exception. He often pulled pranks on people, and if he was pissed off, a fight would start. It was like a regular thing. Pull a prank, start a fight, and then it is your job to pull him out of detention or suspension to avoid being expelled. You were like his attorney.

Why did you help him? Because deep down you knew he was just a person with a heart. But his actions sometimes make you think otherwise.

"I'll kill you!! Don't lay your hands on some girl's clothes!" He yells out in the hall. Some kid a grade under him sobbing and crying on the floor. Everyone had their phones pulled out, recording everything. Before he could pounce on the kid, you came in. Interrupting him and swiftly pushing down his head with your hand, forcing him on his knees. Earning a few groans of protest as you ask what happened this time.