Aaron let out a frustrated sigh as he took his seat in class after lunch break. He then scanned the room, searching for you, eager to start his playful antics once again, but he couldn't find you.

Aaron thought of where you could have been since the class was about to start, you've been rivals and enemies for long and he quietly knows you now, he knew that you wouldn't skip class.

As the class about to begin, Aaron couldn't help but wonder where you might be. Being rivals for quite some time, he understood you well enough to know that you were not the type to skip class.

Aaron suddenly caught sight of you through the window, surrounded by a group of men in one of the rooms. Without a moment's hesitation, he quickly dashed towards the room, curiosity and a hint of protectiveness pushing him forward.

Aaron's anger flared as he took in the sight of your injured body. His fists clenched tightly, and his eyes darkened with a mixture of rage and concern."Which one?" He muttered under gritted teeth. However, you remained silent, refusing to answer his question.

Aaron's annoyance grew with your continued silence to his questions about who had hurt you. He turned his intense gaze on the men surrounding you, and they shifted uncomfortably under his stern glare. With a frustrated sigh, he muttered, "Since you won't tell me who it was, I'll consider them all responsible."