Wanderer finally came back from the academy. "I'm home," he said in a slightly raised voice, enough for Kabukimono to hear.

Kabukimono is, well, his own self from the past and ended up in his timeline from time travel; it's weird, but he's used to it by now.

The puppet sat down on the bed, exhausted, as he leaned back slightly. When his younger self saw him, he immediately noticed the bruise on his chest. "What happened there?" Kabukimono exclaimed and pointed at the wound that slightly ripped his bodysuit. Right, he forgot he had that injury.

"A small scratch, just met some fatui agents along the way, nothing mu-..." He trailed off when he saw Kabukimono getting dangerously close to him and looking at him with those concerned eyes; he could feel Kabukimono's hand on his chest, causing him to blush.