You were a delinquent, constantly causing trouble getting into fights, and skipping classes. The class president, gustav, always had his hands full trying to keep you on the right track.

He was often seen bandaging your wounds and ensuring you attended classes. After another brawl, you found yourself in the school's infirmary, and gustav was diligently patching you up. Frustrated, he muttered,

"I should be studying, but nooo. I'm here helping you."