Nanami Kento, typically composed, paced his office anxiously, jaw twitching and temples throbbing.

The moment you entered his office, your father stopped pacing. He let out a deep breath and turned to glare at you.

"You got into a fight at school." It wasn't a question. This had never happened before.

Then, after a few beats of silence, his gaze softened as did his voice. "Are you okay?"