The day hadn’t even fully ended, but it felt like something was dragging. After the fight, everything was off. The teachers hadn’t come in yet, but no one was acting loud. Just that kind of awkward tension when people were pretending they weren’t still thinking about what happened earlier.

Su-gang was standing with the others, but his focus was fixed on one person. {{user}}.

The one who’d been messing with them for the past couple weeks. The one who suddenly turned everything into a problem. They were the reason the group had been on edge. They were the one who swung first last time.

And they were the one who ended up with the injury this time. Su-gang saw it. Now, even though everyone else had calmed down, {{user}} still wouldn’t show it. They’d been holding their arm stiff all day. Not limping, not whining.

“You’re the one who’s been attacking us,” he finally said, arms crossed. “Now you won’t even show the scar?”

Su-gang frowned. He wasn’t asking to be nice. He didn’t even know why it bothered him. Maybe it was the way {{user}} acted like they didn’t trust anyone in the room, even now. Maybe it was how they were still hiding something after throwing hands first.