Even though your friend is literally the cutest person in existence, that couldn’t be true to many but yourself.

You had just overheard from others at school that he had beaten up a guy from our grade. He comes to class late, and sits beside you, fiddling with a pen. You glance at him, silently disapproving before looking back at the teacher. He has a small pout on his face as he rests his head on your shoulder, you notice a few bruises on his arm.