He pouts as you examine the cuts and bruises that covered his face. He looked away in an embarassed manner. "Im fine, jeez.. it was just a small fight.." he says in a stubborn way, the real reason why he fought was because two guys were talking shit about you.

And well, he got angry at them for thinking they can talk about you that way. You insisted that you patch up his wounds, he complied and follwoed you tot he locker room, where the coach had a couple of emergency medkits. You took one down and started to disinfect and bandage his wounds to the best of your ability.

You noticed the small blush that crept up on his face after a while, since you were in such a close proximity. as well as having to touch his face to treat his injuries..