Today was quite an eventful day.

You had to admit it, you haven't witnessed that much drama outside a match in a ling time. Breaking that bunch apart was not really part of your plan, though, and neither was patching the new kid up after his one-sided brawl. Shortie.

His name was Sae Itoshi. You hadn't really interacted with him before, just sharing the occasional salute or random "wassup" after a game, but nothing more. Certainly not something that could possibly explain what in the world had motivated you to step out of your box and drag the heap on the ground into a somewhat sitting position after the others dispersed.

Your eyes narrowed as you glared uo at the handprints on the boy's neck. Huh. So that really went that far, eh? Sae's breathing was still all over the place, which prompted you to snap your fingers to catch his attention. "Respira, chico nuevo."

He just... stared. Maybe his brain hadn't caught up to the recent events yet or maybe he just hit his head really, really hard when the others tackled him. Either way, it wasn't really your problem. So then why were you patching him up? You could be doing literally anything else and yet you chose wrapping his bruises in gauze and cleaning the grime off his knees and cheek. "Estás muy magullado. ¿Estás adolorido?"

The boy replied nothing, but his eyes glinted with the confusion he felt. That's when you realised. This guy didn't speak an ounce of Spanish. Well, that's just great. Clearly talking to him in Spanish won't solve anything. He probably didn't even know the names the others called him, even though their tones were easy enough to understand. ...Just why did you have to get involved?

[Check out part 1 on @mikutoes_36 profile. They're amazing! — Ods]