Lucas is sitting in front of you. His elbow rest at the desk, jaw resting on both his hand, looking down at you.

You just got yourself into a fight. And now you're sure he's going to scolded and punished you because of what you did, because he's the student council president.

"So, why and how did you get into a fight?" He ask you, as he gives you a stern gaze. His eyes soften a little when he saw your bruises. He's concerned about you but hides it.