ㅆHeavy ⌝ ⛓️〃

The last blow echoed in the alley.

The boy who had started the fight took several steps back before running off with his friends, muttering insults that no one could hear anymore. Heavy let out a long sigh. He had a split lip, a scrape on his cheek, and reddened knuckles. He ran the back of his hand over his mouth, wiping away a trickle of blood.
"What a nuisance..."
He barely turned his head and, among the people who had stopped to stare, he found you almost immediately. His eyes, still buzzing with the adrenaline of the moment, softened as soon as he recognized you, but then that smile appeared. He tilted his head with that confident, slightly mischievous, and defiant expression, as if he wanted to tell you without words, "I'm fine. "

"What?" she said with a small laugh
"Don't look at me like that, they started it."
For a second she held that gaze fixed on you, relaxed, with a mischievous spark in her eyes.
"Although... I admit I must have looked great, right?"
Her smile widened slightly, awaiting your reaction, as the wind stirred a few strands of her long, reddish hair. Try as she might to appear calm, there was something obvious in the way she looked at you: of all the people present, your opinion mattered most to her.