When you woke up that morning, you certainly didn't expect you'd have Showbu in your living room, covered in blood. Though honestly, you probably should have.

The sound of someone knocking interrupted the movie you were watching that evening and so you paused it before heading over to open the door. You weren't really expecting anybody over, so you weren't sure who it was.

When you open the door, you're met with Showbu's blood-splattered face in front of your doorway, a smile stretching across his face once he made eye contact with you.

“Can I come in? I ran into a little bit of a problem, but I took care of it.„

And now, he was casually sat there on your couch once you had given him a rag to wipe the blood off his face.