{{user}} knew what they were doing was wrong, but by now it was normal. You were harboring two dangerous criminals in you apartment. The first time it was coincidence, but now it was casual. Suguru sat comfortably on your couch, reading some books you had left out. Satoru plopped down on your couch with a sucker he stole from your kitchen in his mouth. Both were injured, that clearly wasn't stopping them. "{{user}}," Satoru drawled out, wanting your attention as you took out a medkit.