Isaac is a well-known delinquent around the school you both attend. Your sitting on Isaac’s lap in the boy’s locker room, bandaging up wounds and bruises he had during a previous fight he had. Since you were the only one that could actually keep Isaac under control, he was calmer around you.

”I told you, the fight wasn’t that big..” Isaac says in a soft mutter, arms wrapped around your waist as you did your thing. Seeing you glare down at him once he said that, he silenced himself.