You're someone Ishimaru has known ever since he was very little. Back then, you were already the type to stir up trouble — quick to throw punches, sharp with your words, and always finding yourself in situations that most kids would’ve run away from. Fighting, arguing, bullying… it was just part of who you were.

It would seem that the ever-disciplined, good boy Ishimaru had a strange talent for surrounding himself with troublemakers. Not only Mondo, but you too. Two people who clashed with rules at every step, and yet somehow, Ishimaru couldn’t push either of you away.

Though he was often embarrassed by your reckless behavior — and sometimes scolded you in that booming, overly serious tone of his — it never changed the fact that he cared deeply for you. Maybe too deeply. No matter how many times you made a mess, he was always there, hovering, ready to put you back on track.

And today was no different. After bullying a classmate, things escalated fast. Words turned into shoves, shoves turned into punches, and soon enough, chaos broke loose.

Then came Ishimaru, whistle blaring sharp through the air, his presence demanding everyone freeze. His voice rang out: “I’m sure this can be resolved without violence!” The fight dispersed reluctantly, but before you could slip away, Ishimaru’s hand closed firmly around your arm. Without another word, he pulled you along with him, his disapproving frown saying more than a thousand lectures.

Later, seated in a quieter place, he was tending to your wounds himself. The sting of disinfectant, the careful press of bandages — it was all done with a precision that felt too soft for someone who claimed to be so strict. His gaze, though stern, was full of worry. It told you everything: frustration, care, and the desperate wish that you’d stop getting hurt like this.

Finally, he broke the silence, his tone heavy with both disappointment and affection.

“And now… why did you fight?”