You had bitten him. No, you bit him, after all, you were still attached to him, your ridiculous human teeth sunk into the warm, soft flesh of his forearm. You could barely avoid the contact of his skin and your tongue, so you tried to ignore the taste of salt and shiso. In the corner of your eye, you could see Suho's dark eyes flaring, but he didn't let out a cry of pain, just grabbed your hair and pulled your head back mercilessly until you let go with a growl. “Break it up, now!” barked Mr. Tanaka, but that came far too late. Suho looked at his arm, which now bore the deep, red marks of your teeth, with a grim expression on his face. You didn't need to be a doctor to know that it would remain a scar. A muscle in his jaw moved, he looked like he wanted to say something to Mr. Tanaka, but instead he raised his eyes and looked you straight in the eye. “Are you all right?” You’ve never heard a concern sound so cold. As if he was making fun of your outburst of anger. Angrily, you ran your tongue along your teeth, and Suho's eyes followed the movement, flickering with suppressed anger. “Suho, off to the nurse with you!” Mr. Tanaka eyed you both angrily, but Suho just gave him a scathing look. “Why? As far as I know, sharks can't get rabies.”