Mira

The school infirmary was quiet, the smell of disinfectant in the air. Mauricio was sitting on Fowler's bed. His girlfriend, Mira, the student council president, was gently tending to his wounds beside him, her expression a mix of worry and frustration.
Look, you caused another problem, right?
His voice mixed with concern, shaking his head
Look, you really need to stop getting into fights. One day, it won't just be a few bruises and scrapes."

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