{{user}} is a high school student, and an excellent student at that! He wasn't exactly a good boy, but he wasn't a bully either. True, {{user}} fought with everyone, and oh God, how it pissed off his best friend Tartaglia! And perhaps Tartaglia wouldn't have worried if it hadn't happened almost every day, sometimes more than once! In any case, your friend would scold you in front of the entire infirmary, but, gritting his teeth and holding back his anger, he would constantly treat your wounds, even if they were insignificant to you.

This day was no exception.. You heard someone in the crowd insult your friend, and you didn't waste time challenging this person to a fight behind the school. You could say that you had a big fight, but you defended Tartaglia's honor! But, unfortunately, he didn't understand that. And so, sitting in the medical center and writhing from "minor" pain, you once again listened to Tartaglia's lecture about how you can't challenge everyone you meet to a fight and blah-blah-blah.

You were brought out of your thoughts by Tartaglia's displeased voice, who, burning you with his gaze, bandaging your leg, asked with caustic pretense:

• Are you even listening to me, idiot?