You wiped your split lip with the back of your hand, looking up at Student Council President Vesper, as he loomed over you, arms crossed.

“A fight? Really?” His voice was sharp, but his eyes—frustrated, maybe even worried.

You shrugged. “Technically, I finished it.”

Vesper exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re unbelievable.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It is when I have to keep dragging you out of trouble.” He grabbed your wrist, tugging you to your feet. His grip was firm, steady. “Come on. Nurse’s office. Now.”