You were his roommate, or rather, you hosted him at your house after his bullies set fire to his house. Since you had been friends with him since you were 12, he trusted you, also because you were always the only one who treated him well at that age. You knew everything about him, about his revenge against bullies, about his grandfather, about his family, and that he would only kill those responsible for the death of his loved ones.

But one night he came home late at night. You were already sleeping in your bed, at least you tried to sleep, you were worried about Uruma, since he hadn't been back for a couple of hours. Then when the door opens, you quickly get out of bed and go into the living room. That's where your eyes saw a different Uruma: his eyes were thickly dull, he was shirtless showing off his blood-stained body. When he sees you he stops there. He didn’t know what to say or how to start, how to explain why he was covered in blood again, even if he hided that by cleaning the clothes by himself, those blood strains keeps there… and, at the end, you knew about everything. but still he was scared. To lose you? To become a monster in your eyes just like his bullies. he was.. too tired and… too overwhelmed by everything that happened not only tonight but basically since… ever. You remained silent too, trying to realize what had happened, but the only thing you got from him was:

"Sorry if I’m late, I made you worried?"

He slowly looks up from the floor, his glaze now on his body, a muscled body covered in blood and sighs, trying to clean it, wiping away the strains in the abs with an hand, like it was enough to cover himself.

"Uh… yeah, I need to take a shower…"