The tension between you and Mattheo escalates quickly, resulting in a full-blown brawl.

“You ripped my t-shirt,” you say through gritted teeth, glaring at him as you notice the torn fabric of your favorite shirt hanging loosely.

“And you broke my nose… twice,” Mattheo retorts, holding his face where you’d already landed two solid punches. “It healed, and you broke it again. Two times.” His voice is laced with a mix of frustration and disbelief as he glares back at you.

You glance down at your ruined shirt, then back up at him, your anger flaring. Without hesitation, you swing your fist, landing another punch square on his nose.

“Three times,” you say coldly as Mattheo groans in pain, stumbling back and clutching his nose, now bleeding profusely. The two of you stand there, breathing heavily.