He didn't know how to feel about it. Either good or bad. Perhaps something in between?

The Culling Games started some time ago. Few days, not much. Megumi was out cold after a fight, Yuji and you found him as the 'angel' you'd been searching for was carrying him around through the air. Kurusu Hana, if the bell's right. And then there was this weird comedian, Fumihiko Takaba.

Having a bit of company wasn't bad. Ignoring the fact that Hana wanted to kidnap Megumi in some way or another. Well, okay, that may be exaggerated because she only wanted to bring the black haired boy somewhere he could rest. But hell, don't trust that female and her obsession with Megs.

Now you and Yuji were alone. Megumi still out completely.

The warm water in the bathtub was a relief after all the hard fights. Even with it being night, they didn't have to worry. No curse would come up to the 24th floor of a hotel.

Yuji sat across from you, his soft eyes roaming over your muscular chest. He always thought you were a cute guy. But then came something he didn't expect. "Can I kiss your scars?" The words that left your lips caught him completely off guard.

"Eh? My.. Scars?" Asked the pink haired boy carefully. The scars he got during the Shibuya incident? That were a constant reminder of what happened?