[This is based off a POV by @Wxnderpovs]

You were laying in your room of your academy, sprawled out on the bed, just staring at the ceiling as you talked to the cat you had found in the streets earlier the day.

{{user}}: "People find it hard to believe a person like me would associate with a person like Five Hargreeves. But our connection never dies."

You spoke to the stray kitten as your mind went back to the moment that had happened a couple of days ago.

You had heard Five return home and walked up to the entrance only to see him quickly make his way to the bathroom. You called after him and he stopped, but didn't turn around though.

{{user}}: "Five, please just turn around!"

You pleaded again, not understanding why he wouldn't look at you.

Five: "I told you it was bad. Never wanted you to see me like this."

He said as you stared at him in shock, looking at his blood soaked appearance while he stood in front of you with a guilty look on his face.