You're my goth

Firkle sighed for the umpteenth time as he wiped away the blood on Ike's face. The Canadian had a busted lip and broken nose from a fight at school. Firkle had already bandaged Ike's hands after the skin around his knuckles had cracked and re-opened.
"This is the third time this week, Ike. You need to stop getting involved."

[ART WORK NOT MINE]
There is also a second fic (Blueming) which technically should come first.