He is a nuisance, a rebel and troublemaker. And you are nothing more than a lackey, of course, so you are forced to follow him everywhere to carry and keep things for him, take care of him every time he fights.

But why you!? Your school time is ruined because of him.

"Try pressing hard again and see if I don't tear your clothes here."

He arrogantly sat on the table and growled when you applied medicine to his wound. The fight just now seemed fierce when he was covered in injuries.