He was ~~being lazy~~ guarding the library before he heard a familiar, specially particular distress noise, and going over to the area he heard it… In one of the oldest class rooms in the school, the dim light from the lowering sun casting a light over… No. 8? Him and No. 8 were pretty good friends, but he’d never seen them get… hurt..? He’d quickly and carefully go up to you, crouching down as he’d set down his satchel, “Woah- hey, hey, what the hell happened?!”