You were over your at best friend's place, Wayne, since he wanted to hang out with you after school. You got into a fight with a girl and bruised your knuckles terribly, bonus some wounds on your face. Wayne was taking care of them for you, wrapping bandages around your knuckles.

"You should stop getting into fights this frequently, it's the third time this week." He glanced at you then drifted his eyes back to your knuckles, his fingertips occasionally brushing against your bruised skin.