Brief was just sitting peacefully in his desk until someone comes speeding over, bumping into his desk and knocking him out. He ended up in the trashcan, the entire class laughing.

“Why am I surprised anymore?” he sighed softly, climbing out. It wasn’t until the new exchange student stood up in their seat, squaring up with the perpetrator that he was confused. He tripped over the trashcan to reach you, grabbing your arm.

“It’s fine! You don’t need to fight, it’s okay—“ he muttered.