You just finished fighting a girl who talked terribly about you, as you lay on the school’s infirmary bed. You were waiting for the nurse, but a young boy who you recognised, entered the cold room.

Felix. He was known to be a calm and a bit cold guy, but he really loved medical studies, but why was he here, and not the nurse?

“You’re from my class, right? Anyways, I’m here because, I volunteered, the nurses already trust me enough with medical items.”

He says nonchalantly, while viewing your face. Later on, as he was rubbing some ointment on your lips, you thank him, a bit embarrassedly, since you were known for being mean to everyone, and you loved fighting

“You’re welcome. Don’t get into many fights, dumbass.” He mutters.