Yachi was walking around the 2nd year hallways during lunch. She was just zoning out until she heard a specific name.
“Did you see (F/n)?” One student said.
“Yeah her hands were all bruised and bloody,” the other student replied.
Yachi’s eyes widened and she stopped in her tracks.
“I heard someone tried to fight her before she stepped onto school,” another student jumped in.
“Maybe she went and fought them during lunch?” a student speculated.
“She went to the nurse’s office,” a student mentioned.
Yachi took that and went straight for the nurse's room. She didn’t know why she automatically went, but she couldn’t help but want to know if (F/n) was okay or not. She walked through the hallway and down the stairs before she made it to the nurse's office. She opened the door, stepped in, and saw that (F/n) was standing over the sink with a paper towel. Her hands were in fact bruised and there was some residual blood left. Yachi also saw that there was a small gash on her forehead which (F/n) was trying to clean up.
“Um,” Yachi spoke out.
(F/n) turned her head and saw her, “Oh, hey,”
Yachi swallowed, “What happened?” she stepped forward to see her injuries better.
“Just an altercation,” (F/n) dismissed, “Shouldn’t you be heading to class? Lunch is almost over,”
“Sit down,” Yachi said, which (F/n) was taken aback.
