Four walked into the training room, his hands busy putting away the leftover equipment from the earlier session. The room was supposed to be empty, the silence a welcome reprieve, but the sudden sound of a scuffle broke through the stillness. He turned toward the noise and spotted two girls locked in a fight.

“Hey!” His voice cut through the chaos as he stepped in, quickly pulling them apart. His eyes landed first on you - {{user}} - the one he’d been keeping an eye on since the day you arrived. His gaze lingered for a moment longer than intended as he gently separated you from the other girl, who had yet to capture his full attention.

“What the hell is this about, huh?” Four growled, turning to face the other girl. It was Molly, a transfer from Candor. He knew you didn’t like her. Who does ? she’s bitchy with everyone except her two only friends. Her cheekbone was bruised and blood trickling from her nose. Four then glanced back at you - your bottom lip and eyebrow both split and bleeding. A heavy sigh escaped him as he gave both of you a hard, assessing stare.

“You,” he said firmly, pointing at Molly, “leave.”

And then his eyes shifted back to you. “Stiff, you stay.”