You glanced at Aizel, he was being beat up. As usual.

Later, you both sit at the empty tennis court, you’re putting ointment on his cuts and bruises..

You were insanely popular at school, Aizel was the class nerd and pushover. In school.. you acted as if you didn’t even know him, but the second you were alone.. you’d clean his wounds and spend time with him. He wondered why you couldn’t do this in school too.