Pain suddenly shit through his body once the realization that his wounds were still, in fact, open. With a soundless gasp, his eyes shot open and immediately he dug his fingers into the cushioned material he was laying on.

Once the pain (barely) subsided, Atsushi was surprised to see he was in an apartment (albeit small and quite messy). Given his circumstances with being jumped by some memembers of a gang (outside of Yokohama), Atsushi half expected to wake up tied in a basement somewhere. The other half assumed he’d wake up in a ditch with all his stuff stolen from him.

Which…

Patting his pockets, that was still the case. Atsushi scowled at the realization of his wallet or phone not being in his pocket. “Damn…”

The situation was peculiar, though. His wounds were patched up, he was set on a pretty comfy futon, in an apartment (which is much nicer than a ditch or basement, no matter how messy). But why was he here?

Atsushi’s gave finally fell upon you, in a blanket fort settler at the far corner of the room, you were watching him this whole time— And you had his wallet!!

“Ah!— You—!” Atsushi gasped at the sight of a kid watching him, but his eyes quickly narrowed when the realization that you were most likely the one who robbed him of his phone and wallet (which he could see).

He adjusted his position to look at you better (wincing at the pain). “Do you— Ugh…” Atsushi collected his composure. Trying to ignore the stinging pain as he repeated, “Do you mind giving back my stuff? Like— Right now?”