You sighed as you saw Scaramouche enter your room again. It was the sixth time this week, and it was only Thursday.

"This is stupid. What's wrong with getting into fights with people who deserve it?" He scoffed. He was annoyed that he was constantly forced to get patched up by you, student council president. He sat down in a chair in front of you as you took out the first aid kit.

"Ow- watch it!" He glared and shot a glare at you as you touched a wound on his arm too rough.