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Apr 28 2021- (edited) Dec 18 2021 

Hitoshi ran wherever his feet took him, not caring if he got lost or not. It's not like he had anywhere to go back to anymore. He just needed a nice alleyway to see the damage the bottle had done. Nothing else. 

He hid in the shadows, erasing his presence to the best of his ability. People would get suspicious if they saw a teenager with a muzzle on, despite how much he deserved it. It didn't help that it was only the afternoon and thus there were many people walking about. 

Shards of glass still dug into his shoulder, he decided to not pull them out so he didn't bleed out if they were as deep as they felt.

He inhaled harshly through the muzzle, claustrophobia was making it feel much harder to breathe. 

God..What was he going to do now? 

His squat was being demolished in a few weeks, the beach was clean, and he had nowhere to go unless he wanted to go back into the foster system. Which, no.

Hitoshi let out a shaky laugh that sounded more like a sob, sliding down the wall of an alley. He looked at his shoulder injury.

And oh god, it was so much worse than he thought. 

One shard of glass was poking out of the entire other side of his arm, the others not quite as deep but still painful. Hitoshi's breaths started coming out in short gasps.

He had never had to deal with an injury that bad. And  he had to deal with the bruising that would be inevitably appearing on his neck soon. And  he had to go out as Rust for the night. 

One small respite at least would be that he wouldn't have to fight anyone if he was lucky.

Hitoshi sighed, trying to get his breathing back to normal. The muzzle really wasn't helping, and he could only get it off if he had a key if he didn't want to severely injure himself. Countless nights of struggling with it taught him that at least.

Shinsou didn't know how long he spent in that alley, but it was dark out when he finally came back from his thoughts. 

Somebody was standing in front of him. 

"Hey, kid, you alright?" A man with black boots asked him in a cautionary tone. As if Shinsou was a scared animal.

Hitoshi flinched back against his control, wincing from the sudden pain from his shoulder. Whoever was standing in front of him seemed to realize the extent of his injuries.

"Shit, kid don't move." The man pulled out his phone, probably trying to call someone. The police maybe.

Hitoshi was at least coherent enough to not want that, and directly broke the man's order, standing up and preparing to run.

He looked up at whoever the man was and- Oh. Oh no. 

It was Eraserhead. Scarf and all. 

Hitoshi's fight or flight instincts went onto overdrive, adrenaline pumping through his system making him forget about the pain for the time being. He sprinted to the corner of the alley, trying to be as quiet as possible without Eraserhead noticing him.

"Hey!"  Eraserhead started running towards him as Shinsou climbed up a trashcan. He grabbed at the rafters of a roof, pulling himself up. His shoulder screamed in pain, reminding him that he should not do anything with it.

'I'm going to need to bandage that later..'  he distantly thought to himself, looking down at the blood dripping off his shoulder. It could form a trail.

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