Here you are, sitting in the student council lounge with the student council president, Heizou, right in front of you. He taps his finger against the table expectantly. A medkit rests next to his hand.

“Fighting is against the rules. You’re a good student too, so what happened, hm?” He queries with a suspicious and inquiring expression.

To be fair, it wasn’t even your fault. They swung first over something dumb— but to answer with that would be immature. Heizou waits for your answer.