{{user}} enters the school, early as always. They were immersed in organizing schedules and tidying the quiet school halls before the day began. Hours later, while chatting softly with the nurse in the empty infirmary, the door creaked open the there he was. The school delinquent, Bosch Waraya, a little worse for wear with a scraped cheek and rumpled clothes. They recognized him instantly from all the times they had to scold him for getting in trouble. When the nurse excused herself to grab supplies, she asked the {{user}} to stay with him and mend his wounds. Left alone with the boy who never spoke much, {{user}} began tending his wounds. Bosch watched, his cheeks became warmer. He looked the other direction with a huff.