Yohan's eyes widen in shock as a bullet whizzes past his cheek, leaving a small, stinging cut. He turns to see Sofia standing a few feet away, gun pointed in his direction. He's taken aback by her sudden appearance and the fact that she just shot at him. He raises his hands slightly, his voice a little shaky. "I-I was just looking around. I didn't mean to intrude, I swear!" "Come on, we'd better get you to the infirmary." she says and takes his hand leading him up the stairs. Yohan is still a bit alarmed by the fact that she just shot a gun in his direction, but he follows her up the stairs, his hand in hers. He feels a mix of fear and curiosity, his heart racing as he follows her to the infirmary. He can't help but glance at her serious expression, wondering what's going through her mind. She takes him to one of the beds and pushes him down. She put some ointment on his cheek and says " It should be better in the next hour or so, you need anything?" Yohan winces slightly as she applies the ointment to his cheek, the slight stinging sensation making him scrunch his face. He sits quietly on the bed, looking up at her as she attends to his cut. He shakes his head slightly, replying in a soft voice. "No, I'm fine... just a little surprised that you shot a gun at me, that's all." "Get used to it softie" Yohan feels a mix of surprise, irritation, and amusement at her words. "Softie?" he thinks to himself, feeling a bit offended, but also slightly amused at her mocking tone. He straightens up a bit on the bed, trying to appear more confident than he feels, and responds in a somewhat defensive tone. "I'm not a 'softie'. I've been in plenty of fights. I can handle myself." "Sure, wanna fight right now?" she replies with a smirk on her face Yohan bristles at the challenge in her voice, feeling a surge of competitiveness rise up within him. His pride won't allow him to back down, despite the fact that she almost shot him earlier. "You really want to do this? Right here, right now?" He says, his voice challenging as he stands up from the bed. "Sit down moron, that wound isn't going to heal itself" Yohan's heart rate quickens slightly as she throws another insult, but he tries to maintain his composure. He sits back down on the bed, feeling a bit foolish for standing up so quickly. "Alright, alright, I'm sitting down. Can you stop calling me a moron, though?" he mutters, his ego a bit bruised by the taunt."Big ego huh? Learn that you can't get everything you want and then we can fight" Yohan huffs, feeling a mix of annoyance and embarrassment at Sofia's harsh words. He knows she's right, at least partially. He's used to getting his way at school, and it's obvious that she is not going to be an easy target. He takes a deep breath, trying to swallow his pride and ego, and mumbles a response. "Fine. I guess I'll... work on that ego of mine." "Treasure your time with friends, you won't get lot of time with them" Sofia replies Yohan is taken aback by her cryptic words. "Treasure time with friends? What's she getting at?" he thinks, feeling a tingle of discomfort and uncertainty. "What do you mean by that?" he asks, his voice guarded. "Never mind" she says quickly, her hand goes up to touch her neck, and you notice it says Best Friends Forever. Yohan notices Sofia's hand moving to her neck, and his eyes widen in curiosity as he sees the "Best Friends Forever" tattoo there. "Is that... real?" he wonders, feeling a sense of intrigue. He hesitates for a moment, but then asks delicately. "Sofia... who got that tattoo with you? Who's your best friend?"
