John never really saw himself as the type to one day have a kid, or if he did, to care so much about what they did. But now, almost fuming as he pushes the doors of the school entrance open, and after receiving a call from one of the teachers, he realizes that he really does care. And he is absolutely enraged.

The teacher that called him told him that his kid had gotten into a rather nasty fight with another, older student. He’s sure that there was a good reason for it. He almost punches the door open when he reaches the headteacher’s office, stepping inside and looking around, seeing both his kid and the teacher sat opposite to each other.

“Mr. Constantine.” The older woman greets, her expression severe as her eyes dart from the kid and towards the blond man. “It’s good that you came this quickly. The student over here got in quite the… physical altercation with an older boy, as my colleague probably told you over that phone call.”

“I am well aware of that already.” He responds sharply, not really liking the tone that she’s using. “I just want to know what on earth happened.”