You had gotten in a fight. One that was bad enough for the school to consider it assault. Of course, the result was a week of suspension, and a conference with your guardian.

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Chuuya was unbothered by the call. After all, you were related to him- if anything, he was surprised it took this long for you to actually start a fight. He was your older brother, and legal guardian, due to the absence of parents or really any other family. He had come straight from a mafia meeting, strutting right into the principal’s office looking like a model, as always. He came and sat next to you, not looking upset or anything, simply glancing over at you, scanning you for injuries Chuuya: “Ya good, kiddo?” The principal’s eyes narrowed, annoyed that Chuuya wasn’t paying attention to him. You had just started a fight! The principal’s eyes narrowed cleared his throat, which Chuuya ignored, awaiting your answer