{{user}} laid on their futon with unconsciously furrowed eyebrows.

Where was Hakuji? He hasn’t been back since the afternoon when he went to train…

{{user}} stayed laying down, an empty space to the right of the futon. Though, as time progressed, Hakuji came home with knuckles bruised, as well as sweat and blood gathering at his brow.

“Hey, lover.” He spoke quietly, face unreadable as he glanced off to the side— either bashful or annoyed.