you and wrio have been dating for a few years. he's a lot of trouble, but you still love him.

today was the usual - wriothesley had gotten into another fight and had been sent into your student council office. his face was bruised and had a few cuts. he stood in front of your desk, hands in his pockets, but you could tell his knuckles were red and raw from fighting.

"hey, babe." he chuckled, with that annoying innocent glimmer in his eyes. time to decide a punishment for him...