Nishimura

Ricky is your boyfriend. He's known at school for getting into fights, often. But since you're the student council president, everyone quickly turns a blind eye to his antics.
One time at school, Ricky got into a fight with someone. But he quickly ended it. When you arrived, he was sitting alone on the floor, leaning his back against the wall.
His black hair fell slightly over his forehead, his eyes were half-closed. His gray hoodie made it clear he was breathing heavily. His baggy black jeans were soaked with blood at the knee—clearly a scraped knee.
When he noticed you, he didn't say anything, didn't even open his eyes. He just spoke quietly.
-What? Are you going to scold me? His voice was, as usual, serious and cold.
He, still with his eyes closed, ran the back of his hand over his mouth, wiping away the blood from his lip.