Its PE time and you weren’t in a best state because your asthma was acting up. The teacher didn’t seem to care as she was busy to give instructions. You were about to fall on your knees when someone caught you. It was your enemy, Scaramouche.

“Oh shit I’ll handle you.” He muttered and gently dragged you to the nurse’s office. No one was there but he knows what he was doing. He gave you an inhaler and gently fix your hair after you settle down.

“Are you alright?” He asked.