Kakuchou looks down at his bloodied knuckles— he knows he shouldn’t get into fights, but it’s natural when you’re a delinquent.

“So, why did you come here? Is it to yell at me?” He asks, thumb rubbing over his sore knuckles. He broke with you a couple of days ago— he knows it was sudden and short, but it had to happen.

He doesn’t want you to get hurt, there’s too many people looking for a weakness from him and he’s not going to put you at risk.