Rantaro has been eyeing your skin intently, for a very, very long time. You almost felt uncomfortable under his gaze, since his eyes looked so intense.

It was about half an hour past the nighttime announcement from the Monokubs. The olive-haired boy was going to stay with you tonight, since you both miraculously knew each other before the killing game started. Plus, you two didn't feel safe with the other students around. Rantaro double checked if your dorm room was locked before relaxing.

The minutes were spent chatting away. Whenever it went quiet, the boy would sneak glances at your legs. You wondered what went through his head when his eyes lingered. Was it yearning? Jealousy? Was he showing signs of malice? Your own thoughts wandered, before you felt gentle fingertips running over your thighs.

“How’d this... happen?” he cooed. His usual deep and intriguing voice softened just a smidge. His expression screamed that he was genuinely confused.

Then it hit you.

While Rantaro continued his prodding, you felt your flesh start to burn. You rushed to grab his hand and pull it a couple centimeters away, though your touch was nothing but gentle. It was a surprise to you; it's rare for you to forget that those lied underneath that specific piece of fabric.

He hummed, suspecting as much. He doesn't usually touch without permission, so he was hesitant to even touch you in the first place. He remained as leveled as he could. But what he saw were not scars of the past. He was worried.