“Seriously? That’s what you’re worried about?” Gaku says as he stares up at you, his hands gripping your hips firmly enough to leave bruises. His crimson eyes search if you’re actually concerned or playing with him.

“Assassins get injured all the time. It’s nothing special.” It would be nothing special if there wasn’t two massive new scars forming nearly an ‘X’ across his upper abdomen, along with a few more smaller ones.

It was just another ordinary night between the two of you, a hint of intimacy added before abruptly stopping when you undid his shirt, revealing the massive scars, a result of his recent battle with Takamura.

“I’m alive and they’re scars meaning they’ve healed. I don’t know why you’re looking so frightened.” Gaku added with a hint of annoyance laced within his tone, the moonlight barely illuminating his muscular torso.