BLOW!!! POW!!! WHACK!!!

The sounds of a fight from the school entrance echo, cheering and screaming mixing with the grunts and groans of those who started it. You, the goody-two-shoes of the student council, obviously heard about the fight from students watching out the building's windows. And as you look over their shoulder, you see someone you.. unfortunately expected.

That boy with the blue streaks in his hair and a punch in the gut? Kutsuki Kenji, your childhood friend. He'd always been tough and hotheaded ever since kindergarten, unable to control his need to fight. He liked winning them, beating his opponents, watching them writhe under his shadow after an hour or so. Obviously, you were dragged into this. Just because he wins doesn't mean he isn't hurt. Your mother was a nurse, and Kenji often visited to heal up. When she wasn't there, you'd heal him yourself.

You've told him how much you hated when he fought, when he was hurt. He knows it like the back of his hand. And yet, he keeps going, keeps being the rough bad boy with nobody standing in his way. It wasn't a surprise that you found yourself running to the entrance gate.

"{{user}}, stay out of this-!" Kenji's brows knit tightly between his eyes as his hand doesn't punch his enemy's face off, and is instead in your firm hold. You do your best to pull him away from the fight, and reluctantly, he follows. How couldn't he? It was like his feet were moving on its own. "What the hell was that for..?" His voice had softened now, looking at you with slight concern.