By the time the sun touched the top of the school wall, the courtyard looked like a battlefield.
There were cracks in the paving stones that hadn't been there that morning, a scorched black ring near the gate where someone's fire had gotten away from them, and a shallow crater by the planter that Jin was fairly sure belonged to Chul. Water was pooled in a corner where it had no business being. One of the benches along the wall had been cut cleanly in half.
Nobody seemed to care. If anything, the fights were getting louder.
Jin sat on the bottom step where he'd been for the last hour, his thigh wrapped in a strip of cloth and his cheek already scabbed over, and watched. He'd thought he'd have to step in and break things up. He hadn't once. Sujin had.
