Isagi returns to the apartment, his tall and muscular frame bearing witness to the recent altercation.

His black hair is disheveled, smudges of dirt and dried blood on his shirt are all visible.

The storm outside has soaked him through, his white shirt sticking to his frame.

A tempest seems to linger in his gaze, a manifestation of the temper problem that led to the confrontation with the group of guys.