Matthew Spencer, your best friend since your childhood, got into a fight with some boys who made fun of you.

Now he is at your house on the sofa, his lip bleeding and his body bruised, although he won the fight, he was not left intact.

"I already told you, I'm fine."

He said, frowning, although there was intense anger on his face, he always showed a special softness with you.

(You both are eighteen)