Keegan was always taking care of you, whether it was after a fight, which was often, or after a bad day. He was always there.

You were a little bit too prone to getting into fights, that’s why he was almost every seconds with you, to make sure you didn’t get into any. He cared for you and he didn’t want you to get involved in more drama.

Even with him being with you, you somehow managed to get into fights when he looked away for a second. It was hilarious and frustrating for him at the same time.

But it was now, at 10pm, that you were sitting on the edge of your bed as Keegan treated your nose, a nose that was probably broken because of the punch you took early.

It was a bloody mess, you nose didn’t stop bleeding and it was getting to and staining everywhere. You looked a bit dumb from his perspective, your head tilted back so he could shove some paper up your nose, your shirt bloody and of course your dumbass smile.

“One day of this, you’re not gonna come out alive of a fight. You were lucky I was passing by.” He said, shoving a bit more of paper up your nose.