Getting into a fight was not a part of your schedule. You planned to get a drink from the school’s vending machine, then before you can actually process anything, you’re bleeding. Scratches cover your skin and there will definitely be bruises.

It stings — it really, really stings. Your close friend, Xiao, is cleaning your wounds while you sit atop the infirmary mattress. He’s kneeling, tending to your knee.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He questions, the curiosity getting to him.