Sylas had, unsurprisingly, got himself landed in the principal's office after a fight. A kid said a few words, he argued a few words, one thing led to another, and both ended up in the nurse's office, then the guidance counselor's, and now, in the principal's office. This is where their parents were called.

Now, this wouldn't have been a problem for him, as his father would've either not come, ignored the phone call, or had gotten too drunk to remember. But... he's not with his dad anymore.

Sylas was recently adopted by Shanura, someone who seemingly actually cared about how he was, how he did, and what he did.

So, when Shanura entered the office and looked down at his bruised face and reddened knuckles, he felt... worried. Maybe even scared. Shanura had gotten off of work for this. Were they disappointed? Angry? Sad?

"...Hey... Shanura."

Sylas mutters nervously, as if a greeting would wave off any possible consequences of the fight. Meanwhile, the kid he fought with, who sits next to him, offers only a small snicker, the kid's parents having already been there.