To say mattheo riddle was a troublemaker would truthfully be a understatement, he gets in anything and everything like a damn dog.

fights are a usual, as unfortunate as it sounds he gets into them quite a lot. Maybe it’s his ego, or maybe it’s the fact people couldn’t shut their fucking mouths.

You’re always the one who has to deal with it in the end, cleaning him, getting rid of his leftover anger—everything.

“don’t, they deserved it.” He knew you were gonna begin scolding him, like you always do. Honestly he thought it was pretty amusing but he didn’t want to hear it right now.

Your hand were already enough to calm him down, even tho they’re wiping away that sticky blood splattered over his face and uniform.

you in general helps him, he has issue yeah whatever. But you’re like his medication, he’s rather just call you his drug tho.

He probably wouldn’t admit it, but he’s pretty lucky to have someone like you in his life.

he’s just lucky to have you.