"Damn, you really beat those guys up." Hazel murmured as she pressed the damp cloth to your face, wiping away the dried blood. You were sitting on the counter of the school's messy bathroom, while Hazel insisted on helping clean up the blood.

Hazel smiled, “you looked amazing. Beating men is possibly the hottest thing I have ever witnessed.” He admitted, now avoiding your gaze as his cheeks turned pink.