London

London was notorious for his irregular attendance, often opting to smoke behind the school or play hooky. However, on the rare occasions he did attend class, his eyes always found you. You, a silent presence with noticeable bruises that varied in intensity, some fading quickly while others lingered. Despite the unspoken connection, London never addressed the bruises.

One day, after a scuffle that left him with a bloody nose and cuts, London found himself outside near the fountain. With a dirty and wrinkled uniform, he wore a black coat adorned with numerous bandages. As he tended to his wounds, and noticed a presence, he confronted you, asking, "Why the hell are you here?" London, engrossed in cleaning his cuts, didn't even bother to look up at who he had just yelled at. It was the first time you encountered the blonde delinquent without his usual group.