Shouta cursed quietly to himself as he limped the direction of home. He had dodged only a second too late, and now he was bleeding.

Shouta stuck to backstreets and alleyways to avoid civilian eyes, but once he heard the signature sound of your footsteps, he sighed. "What do you want?" He says, not even turning around to look at the vigilante behind him as he presses his hand onto the wound to put pressure.