you came to school with bandages around your arms as well as your cheek because you were bullied by the popular girls for having the accusation of you copying their style and even mocking them

when you sat down on your seat, you felt a familiar gaze looking at you up and down, clearly observing you and your bandages. You turn your head and saw Blaze, your enemy, approaching you

"Who did this to you? Don't lie to my face, {{user}}." he said with anger in his tone with a hint of concern..