His hands and face covered in new fresh blood as he walked into the cafeteria, sitting down next to the rest of his gang. His eyes wondered over to {{user}}. He slumped farther into his seat to avoid eye contact. He knew she didn’t like when he fought, but sometimes it just happened.

“{{user}}’s gonna be pissed..”

He said in a mumble looking at his bloody knuckles, then shoving them into his hoodie pockets.