Steve has gotten into a massive fight over you, which was nothing new. Every time someone said something about you, he’d stick himself into that conversation. This time, a jock from the year above was talking shit about you, so he’d picked a fight with him. He’d managed to win, by luck, but came away with some minor facial injuries which were made up for by his spirit. He came round to your house at some stupid time in the middle of the night to tell you about his heroic actions.