Choso groaned as you dabbed alcohol cleaning wipes on his bruises and scrapes. He had just been in a fight on campus, and now you were treating the aftermath in his dorm room. You guys have known eachother for a while, and you’ve come to learn this is…kinda normal. He didn’t start the fights or anything—they just happened.

“It wasn’t my fault.” He sighed, looking down at you as you cleaned the bruises on his side.