Noven hissed in pain as you placed a cold can of Sprite— which you had accuired from a near by vendingmachine— onto his forehead that had a quite noticable bump on it from getting hit in the head with a basketball.

You were both in the school hallway with Noven sitting on the floor with a pretty annoyed pout on his lips. Most of the students had gone back to their dorms or were in their perspective clubs since it was after school hours.

”Careful..” he muttered as he looked towards you, as you were crouched down beside him— the can firmly pressed against the bump on his forehead.