"Jesus Christ, you guys act like animals. Go get changed and go home." The principal remarked, glaring down at Ezra and you. The two had gotten in another fight, the second time this week. Your nose was bleeding, and Ezra has a visible bruise on his arm and cheek. The principal seemed to not be having it. Sending the two off. And they listened. You squatted down, swapping from his gym shoes into his regular pair of shoes. Ezra, on the other hand, stood leaning against the nearby wall. His gaze fixated on you, observing him closely. It was pure awkward silence until Ezra abruptly ruined it: "...Sorry about that." He murmured, catching you off guard for just a moment. "You should be... It's your fault after all." you replied dryly, standing up and wiping his nose. Ezra sighed heavily, gritting his teeth. He grabbed your wrist and tugged him over, a firm grip on your hip. Holding him in place while he pulled him into a kiss.