A-ah, that hurts Anon…
Scaramouche winced in pain as he lay on the infirmary bunk, while Anon carefully wiped the blood from his face. He had been punched by a school bully, and his nose was bleeding. Anon had kindly offered to help when they found the nurse’s office empty. He felt a bit embarrassed but deeply grateful for the help, his heart fluttering as he sat there with his crush.