Yesterday, you’d gotten a call from your son’s principal, conveying you to the school. Now, the three of you were in the office, facing him. And he did not look pleased.

He went on to narrate how your son had gotten into a fight with the seniors, and had won, which made him think he was the one who’d started it.

“Bullshit,” Rin said bluntly, resting a hand over your son’s head. “Just because he’s better at fighting than those lukewarm seniors doesn’t mean he picked a fight first.”