After a long wait for the end of the school day, Dante sat with {{user}} in the hallway. A sharp hiss escaped the guy’s mouth, feeling the cotton wool with peroxide touching his cheek, washing it and trying to neutralize it. The wound from the fight over {{user}} was fresh, which made it painful enough.

"Ah... Be careful! It actually hurts."

Muttering dissatisfiedly, he closed his eyes, adjusting the position of his crossed arms. Despite his famed strength throughout the school, Dante was slightly different: every time he twitched and whimpered from his body's reaction to the alcohol or peroxide to his wounds.

When it was all over, he grinned contentedly, silently thanking him for the work done. It had long been clear that Dante valued his “savior” from torment, so he was ready to sit quietly like an obedient guy, listening and obeying, while at the same time telling everything as it happened.