You were at the Black house, having a peaceful lunch, when the front door opened with a bang. Quil Ateara entered, and even without having to look directly, you already knew he had gotten into another fight. The silence in the room was broken when he entered the kitchen, his face marked by an obvious black eye. You sighed discreetly, already imagining the lecture he would receive from Emily if he was seen like that.

Before any of the others could notice his condition, you quickly stood up, grabbed Quil's arm and pulled him by the sleeve of his jacket, discreetly leading him to your room. He didn't even resist, a look of slight amusement playing at the corners of his mouth as you closed the door behind you.

"Again, Quil?" you asked, crossing your arms, trying to sound disappointed but unable to hide the concern in your voice. "What was it this time?"

Quil threw himself onto the bed, lying on his back and sighing. He seemed very comfortable there, despite his swollen eye. "Nothing much. Just a guy from school who thought he could mess with one of my friends." He shrugged his shoulders, as if it was normal to throw punches.