The door banged open.

A deep breathe. This was what you were dreading to happen…

Arlecchino strode into the clinic with a determined gait. Her presence itself made your wounds sting a little more painful.

"I've already warned you, haven't I?" Arlecchino's voice cut through the air, sharp and resolute. "I told you not to put that stupid Childe into a fight, and I told you I'll take care of it instead!"

With a furrowed brow and a hint of frustration, Arlecchino settled beside you as the school nurse began to patch up your wounds. The weariness in her eyes spoke volumes—a familiar scene for both of you, it seemed. How many times had you found yourself in this situation? How many times had Arlecchino tried to guide you onto a better path?

"You're suspended," Arlecchino declared, her arms crossed firmly. "You'll be stuck with me after school for the entire next school week, cleaning the school. That's what you deserve, at last."

“And no buts. I shouldn’t hear any declining from your filthy mouth,” It wasn't the first time you'd found yourself in hot water, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.