#bro..........................

                  say what someone will of mai  ---                   when she was told to be serious, she truly could be terrifying.

her injuries are hardly something awful, bumps and bruises, scratches and cuts, but they’re enough to warrant worry  -  infections were a thing of a dire past, but the present still held their concerns.

        she doesn’t know how it is that she’s been roped into seeking kamo for help.   when their petty argument over something the girl couldn’t even remember now had ended, she couldn’t find anyone else who would aid in helping her tie her wounds.    momo was off to help mai blow steam. todo was watching his tv shows, miwa was aiding yoshinobu, and kokichi was  ...  somewhere.                          it was far too convenient.

she hated coincidences. hated the idea of fate playing its cards.          especially with noritoshi, more than anything.

concentrating on kamo’s cool-headed admonishments flies through her from the second they’d sat down.     sky blue eyes follow the movements of his hands and fingers. the gentle ease he takes to wrapping her wounds, pushing blood stains away. the sound of his voice is static in her ears  -  humming loudly at her temples.

                it’s agony. cruel, ruthless agony  ---

                             and it must surely be what mai had planned. 

           ❝  i have  --  a bit of a bump, right here .  ❞  yet, despite her consternation, the girl indulges herself.        it was rare. getting to spend time alone with kamo. even if it is a result of another pulling her strings  ...  she neverendingly selfish to claim moments she could call her own.  ❝  r - right here  . . .  on my forehead . i can’t reach it too well myself  ...  ❞  even if it was a lie, would he fault her for coming up with something so false  ?

                    ↪   SKIN 

Here is the largest organ, seemingly unimportant and forgotten in favour of larger meatier cuts of flesh, but it is living and breathing but wholly on the outside. You feel everything so much all the time. You wear everything on the outside, nothing about you is restrained or held back, authentic and truthful, even to a fault, even revealing all the ugly parts you can’t cover. The blows and injuries you take cannot be hidden, so be cautious. Always remember scars do not heal, they can only fade.