"..." Shouta sighed silently, staring down at you in the doorway of your dorm.

You had run off oddly quick after class today. He didn't like that one bit. You loved training, especially if you could coerce him into teaching you extra stuff right after class. It happened just about every day.

Now, Shouta stood in your doorway, seeing the visible dislocated shoulder under your oversized sweater.

"Did you really think just because it's oversized, your sweater would hide the obviously dislocated shoulder?"