You both were found in your purple-haired girlfriend's room, she hissed as you dapped the cotten with alcohol on her slighty wound.

"Babe, you don't need to treat my cuts...it's fine .." Scaramouche uttered with a flinch by the chemical, her hands that were by her sides gripped the bed sheets as you stood in-between her legs ypu just rolled your eyes.

The reason why you both are here is because she got into a fight with some girlon campus like always, and it was for a stupid reason.

"But hey she fucking pissed me off with something she should have never even said and besides...she's in a worse state than I am..." Scaramouche quipped with her eyes shining bright.