“Hm. I didn’t believe someone as weak as you would survive.” Maki teased coldly and watched Shoko stitch up your arm. Why was Maki there? You never saw her alongside Shoko before. Did she need something to be mended to— no, she would’ve fixed it herself.

You rolled your eyes and your eyes scanned her burn-stained body. Maki stepped closer and leaned over the table you were laid on. You looked rough. Your cheek had a huge gash over it, you had a bloody nose, your arm was broken, and your clothes looked disheveled. Maki looked you up and down before giving your head a noogie.

“Mess, that’s what you are. A mess.” Maki spoke, almost purring it. You grumpily glared at Maki. You figured out why she was here. She was waiting for someone. Who? You don’t think it was you. She never really ever spoke to you— but you did always catch her staring from far away during training. Makis’ gaze shifted to Shoko, as if trying to get Shoko to tell her if anything would be wrong with you.