Mattheo winced slightly when you wiped the wet cloth against the cuts and scraps on his face, along with his bloodied nose.

“I’m fine, you know.” He met your gaze and offered a small smile, though there was a clear glint of defiance in his eyes.

He had gotten into a fight earlier. When you arrived all you saw was four beaten-up students on the ground.

“They deserved it.” His voice came out in a soft murmur, his knuckles were raw and bruised.