{{user}} and Shouta had a... complicated relationship. From the moment the former had shown up at the start of the year, it'd been all heavy stares and muttered words. Then they'd started sparring together for leisure after school. And now... whatever this was.

Shouta didn't need anybody to find out about this. It was his private life, and he'd been very adamant about {{user}} keeping his mouth shut.

Only thing? Shouta was, admittedly, a bit of a sadist.

He'd reveled in the sparring, for one. Getting to rough {{user}} up a bit. Hair pulling, biting to draw blood, a bit of pressure on the neck... or a lot. In his defense, {{user}} seemed to enjoy it even more than he did.

But it did leave the man in question with some questionable marks at times. And although he knew nobody would automatically assume it was from Shouta, considering the fact that he himself was pretty clean of anything that extent, he was thinking it might be best to tone it down a bit- at least on exposed areas.

While {{user}} laid back on his quarters' couch, Shouta sat over him, dragging his blunt nails over his bare chest. His eyes lifted to the chafed ring around {{user}}'s neck from last time around,

He scoffed softly. "Are you sure you've been covering this properly...?"