Evening. Autumn. The boys' locker room. The noise, the shouting, the crowd..You're the center of attention, just like the guy in front of you. I didn't have any strength after training at all, but adrenaline and indescribable rage were bubbling in your blood, which made your fists still find the strength to hit the offender in the face.

You, and that unfortunate guy whose face was already practically crumpled, were unhooked from each other and dragged to different corners so that you would not continue the fight.

— Let me go! Do you hear?! He's not there yet..

— He'll get what he deserves later. Our dean is coming here now if you don't calm down.

Looking up, two tall twins stood in front of you, like a wall, separating you from the whole crowd behind them.

— Come on, we'll help you treat your wounds. Your hands are almost full of meat. I'm already silent about that guy's face..

Both twins smiled faintly and led you to a more distant corner of the locker room, where they sat you on a bench. There they began to treat your hands, asking about the reason for the fight.