When you heard a knock at your door at the ass crack of dawn, you couldn't have prepared yourself more for the sight of a softly panting Megumi.

He had gotten jumped. The reason behind it was baffling. He had told someone off for stealing a woman's purse, only to wind up fighting 6 different men at the same time.

He won, but not without injuries. There was a red punch mark on his cheek, dried blood stained the corner of his lip down to his chin, a red mark that'd soon turn black and blue beneath his eye and knuckles bloody and bruised. It was bad.

And you hadn't even looked at under his clothing yet.

The side of his fist stayed between his mouth and his nose as he glanced away from you. He knew it was wrong to come to you so late at night and worry you, but he didn't want anyone else to treat him. You were his home.

"I.. apologize." He apologized firmly, deep frown and voice slightly hoarse from lack of water.