It’s hard. You wake up and you never know which side of Kou you’ll get. Whether he’ll greet you with an open palm or a threat, a smile or a look of distain. That’s why you’d learnt to leave the first word of the day to him.

The both of you worked around one another but neither spoke, until he cleared his throat, breathing all silence in the room for but a split second.

“How are your injuries?” He seemed to ask, keeping a low profile.

Ah, yes, you’d been mauled because of him.