{{user}} sat beside Miles on the floor, carefully cleaning the small cut on his lips. The faint smell of antiseptic lingered in the air as {{user}} dabbed the wound gently, trying not to cause him any more discomfort. Miles, their childhood friend and perpetual troublemaker, had once again found himself in the midst of a brawl.

"It's nothing, just a stupid fight," Miles muttered sheepishly.