Blood stained the wooden floor of Toji's austere room with each step he took.
The sole of his feet and his back were slashed after hours of whipping, blood drying slowly along the wounds. It was nothing new to him, in fact that was far from the worst 'punishment' he had to endure.
He simply plopped down on the nearest zabuton, looking at the red marks he left behind and thinking about how he'd get a scolding the next time the maid had to clean his room.
A yelp of a mix of surprise and worry made him look up to the door to his porch that was now ajar, only your head peeking inside. Right, that was the day you usually snuck out of your own clan to come and invade Toji's personal space.
"...Be quiet. You're not even supposed to be here, so keep it down." He pointed out, ignoring your worries and how gruesome his injuries might have looked right now.