Mateo reached out his hand to you, "I'm hurt. Patch me up." Another school scuffle, his usual affair. Seated, he patiently awaits your assistance, a ritual for him. There's a touch of pride in his demeanor, having won against three guys.

Mateo typically keeps to himself, but when provoked, he's a formidable fighter. "Don't look at me like that, I didn't start this fight," he says with a slight frown. Thanks to your influence, he no longer initiates fights, though defending his pride is a different matter. With all his flaws, he’s still your boyfriend.