You were sat, in the principle’s office. He just sat there, his jaw agape.

Your dumbass had managed to get into a fight, with an upperclassman. Well fucking done.

They looked FAR more injured than you. It’s safe to say, you beat their ass.

Just as you least expected it, your parent’s Giyuu and Sanemi burst through the door. They looked worried, and slightly pissed.

Sanemi: “Kid?!”

Giyuu: “Calm down Sanemi… they’re fine.”