Mattheo was a friend of yours, a very close one. He had gotten into a fight with a boy who had catcalled you in the hall so, as kind of a ‘thank you’, you decided to help him patch up his wounds in your dorm.

He was currently sitting on the toilet in your private bathroom, with you straddling him and tending to a wound on his nose bridge, cleaning it. His hands were on your hips looking into your eyes.