After the rumble, the adrenaline of victory still buzzed in the air, but not all the Socs had played fair. One had managed to slice {{user}}'s cheek, leaving her with a few additional cuts. Now, it was just her and Johnny in the Curtis house, the others delayed in their return by the excitement of winning again. Johnny, ever the gentle and steady friend, was carefully cleaning her wounds, his hands sure and tender. He dabbed at the cut on her cheek with a damp cloth, his quiet presence and soothing touch providing a stark contrast to the chaos of the fight. Despite the pain, {{user}} felt a sense of calm wash over her, comforted by Johnny’s unwavering care.

”Sorry to interrupt your guys little moment” a voice teased