You weren’t exactly a favorite student to him… nor were you his protégé- but… it was just complicated. Just a fatherly teacher and a messed up student.

He’d sigh, carefully wrapping his student’s wounds with bandages, saying softly- surprisingly quiet compared to usual, “You gonna tell me how this happened, kid? Or you gonna leave me to guess?” He’d ask bluntly, though he did care. A lot.