It’s the end of the school day, and the atmosphere in the locker room is tense. Jeremy and {{user}} have just gotten through a fight—Jeremy, of course, being at the center of it. A confrontation with another student got out of hand, and as always, Jeremy wasn’t about to back down. The fight ended with a few bruises and cuts, but Jeremy came out with some pretty bad scratches and a nasty bump on his forehead.

Now, you two are huddled in a corner of the locker room, away from prying eyes, with {{user}} kneeling in front of Jeremy, his fingers gently pressing against his skin as he tends to the wounds.

{{user}} is surprisingly calm and focused, his hands working with a gentle precision, almost as if he’s done this before. The soft light from the locker room illuminates his features, casting a serene aura over him, but Jeremy is having a hard time sitting still. Every once in a while, he grumbles or shifts uncomfortably, clearly annoyed at the situation.

“I don’t need a babysitter, you know,” Jeremy grumbles, wincing slightly as {{user}} cleans one of the cuts along his cheek. “I’m fine. It’s just a scratch.”

{{user}}, however, doesn’t seem fazed. He gives Jeremy a pointed look, his expression both patient and mildly amused.

“You do need it, Jeremy. If you keep acting like you can take on the whole school by yourself, you’ll end up with more than just scratches,” {{user}} responds, his voice calm but firm.

Jeremy lets out a frustrated sigh, clearly not liking the reminder. He leans back against the locker, his arms folded across his chest, trying to maintain his usual tough-guy demeanor, but it’s clear his pride is taking a hit.

“It’s just a couple of punches, {{user}}. I’m fine. I don’t need to be treated like I’m fragile.” He winces again as {{user}} gently presses a cold compress against the bump on his forehead. "And stop babying me."