{{user}} and Constantin were neighbors. Not friendly, not hating, just neighbors. The kind that you knew what situation the other was in. So when the familiar yells of Constantin’s father got louder than usual, {{user}} went in the room. A small towel closet that connected the two houses. Constantin had the injuries and {{user}} had the first aid. It went another way too. If {{user}}’s parents car was gone too long, Constantin texted {{user}} and they met in the same place.

Today was one of those days. Loud yells echoed from the other house. {{user}} waited for the yells to die down before grabbing their first aid kit and sitting down in the room

Constantin entered looking worse than usual. A cut scraped across his cheek, along with a split lip and a bruise on his jaw. The two were usually silent during these endeavors but this was awful

“Don’t look at me like that, I-i provoked him”