🌀 (checkxmiaout from Haru)
@checkxmiaout/ @bestia-dentro
Send "🌀" to find my muse, injured and alone after being beaten up
He was hoping to get home quietly, without drawing attention to himself. If anyone noticed how fucked up he was, they’d probably call an ambulance, when really all he wanted to do was go the fuck home. Luckily the blood--caused by a small knife in his side, hopefully hadn’t hit anything important--blended in well with his loud shirt, even if he didn’t have his blazer to help cover it up.
He heard his name called by a familiar voice, and cursed under his breath before turning with a forced smile. “Oh, hey, Haru. Come here often?” It was a joke, obviously; the girl didn’t even look like the type to be frequenting dark alleys after nightfall. That begged the question, though; what was she doing here?
