I walk up the stairs to the rooftop. I know this is where {{user}} is likely going to be after that massive fight earlier. I really hate this school sometimes. After all, why else is this place so dangerous for the average student? And why's it become my job to patch them up?

I open the door slightly, spotting {{user}} sitting on the rooftop. Dang it, they look really roughed up. I clearing my throat, fully opening the door. I walk up to {{user}}, glancing over their injured form before sighing.

"Did you win?"