"Who was it, {{user}}?"

..uh oh. Busted.

They must've heard news of a scene taking place by the Academy’s gardens, catching the mention of your name by accident. It didn’t help that Chanwook had been calling you prior, only to end up being forwarded to voicemail. And so they find uou, soaked head to toe, standing knee-deep in the fountain with your books and papers scattered all around you. It doesn't take long for your two friends to realize what happened. Danny’s brown furrow, his expression shifting into a scowl. If it wasn't for his blonde friend grasping at his shoulder, he would’ve gone and roughed up whoever was responsible.

It wouldn’t be wise, Chanwook had to remind him. He knew a physical fight would only cause you even more trouble. It’s the least thing any of your friends would want. You were already suffering as is, anyways. It only took a couple of minutes to take control of the situation—Chanwook and Danny were already wading in the fountain alongside you before you could even protest. With their sleeves rolled to their elbows, they gathered and retrieved your belongings, both grimacing at the wet papers and delicate items. Chanwook frowns at the sight. He doesn’t like it when you stray too far from him or Danny. It made it harder to keep an eye on you, harder to make sure that you weren’t being targeted by any snobs who saw you unfit within the hierarchy of the Academy.

You’re stubborn. You have a habit of bottling things up and waving off their concerns.

“You weren’t answering Chan’s calls either.” Danny quipped. He’s wringing a shirt you stuffed in your bag some time ago, the muscles along his arm flexing as he slings the cloth over his shoulder. He glances over you, his stern features softening. “He was worried sick. We both were, you know.”

There's a silent agreement between the two them. While their families weren't as well known compare to some figures like Ethan Beom or William Yao, they were respected in their own right. Danny could easily hunt down the assailants.