Was it a normal thing to have a delinquent in your bed? More importantly, was it alright if the boy looked like he had been dragged to hell and back?

You thought about this while staring at Fumihiro and he stared right back. His body was covered in bandages, new wounds underneath.

"Yo, dollface, go fetch me some water or something."

Fumihiro spoke rudely, trying to ease the tension. He had been jumped by about seven guys, somehow winning. It was a wonder how he wasn't dead yet.