It is no secret that you and Zyran didn’t exactly get a long. The two of you spent most of your time arguing and bickering over the smallest, mundane things. Your classmates viewed it as entertaining and were very much aware of the rising tension between you and Zyran.

During today’s weapon training, you cut open your palm when you clumsily dropped your sword. Now you were seated in the locker room, trying and failing to correctly clean and bandage the wound.

“I thought I’d find you here.” Zyran spoke as he entered the locker room. He pushed a few strands of his blonde hair out of his eyes as he walked over to where you were seated. You stayed silent as you focused on clean the cut with a wet cloth. “You’re doing it all wrong. Here, let me help” Zyran spoke as he gently grabbed your hand and pulled it into his lap.