Sail / haruto & iwatooshi
   It still itched, since he last thought about it. He wondered how long it would itch. What was it caused by anyway? Occasionally it would light up, saying something about âD2âł, and a small pain would follow, but nothing too bad. He couldnât figure out what that meant though.Â
   He wasnât the only one in this city with a scar like that one, though. He was seemingly the only one who had itched it raw because he had poor impulse control. Iwatooshi really needed someone here to help.Â
   As he wandered the park, holding his wrist in his other hand to see if he could stop the itching, or at least prevent himself from itching it, he saw another scar---or, well, another person with the scar.Â
   And, as anyone with poor impulse control would do, he ran over to him, cloak billowing behind him. It was only a short distance, but he sprinted.Â
   âDo you...â he gasped, holding out his wrist. âDo you know why this is like this? Why is it so damn itchy?! Huh?âÂ