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8: desire

8: desire

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⚠️ WARNING⚠️

Yuuta's gonna be... a little crazy and begin mentioning self-harm. So, please take caution.

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"You can take the bed; I'll sleep on the couch."

Was the first thing Shihori said when he entered their room. The bed was a small double and he, who was almost a hundred ninety centimeters in height, wouldn't be able to sleep in well in that kind of bed. Back in his own place, the bed was custom-made, just like what Satoru had in his place.

So he couldn't help but immediately say that to Yuuta. Although the couch was a lot smaller, he could fall asleep sitting down. Besides, it would just be for a few hours until morning.

"Go take a rest; we've been walking for hours now. I'll just take a quick shower."

"Shihori-san!"

The youth, who had been quiet all this time, cried out all of a sudden, startling Shihori who had just taken off his black coat. "Y, Yuuta-kun?"

Stepping forward in concern, the nurse held Yuuta's shoulders. "What's wrong?"

"Your, Your back."

Reminded of his injury, Shihori froze; the concerned look displayed on his face vanished in an instant. I forgot I had to hide it earlier when it was dark.

"It's fine," said Shihori. "It doesn't hurt that much. When we get back, I'll get Shoko-senpai to heal me." Even without seeing what his injury looked like, the nurse was certain that blisters covered his back. The swollen skin would be red and a bit wet. When he moved, he could actually feel his shirt stuck on his skin.

It was... probably a second-degree burn.

If Yuuta hadn't mentioned it, Shihori would have forgotten he had gotten hurt during the fight earlier. As it turns out, that special grade curse had given birth. The little spiders were not so little and every single one of them were as big as the average street dog.

Even with his shadows, it took quite a bit of concentration and work to deal with them; especially when the special grade curse was targeting him.

"Shihori-san, shouldn't you take care of it first? Clean it and bandage it up?" Yuuta's voice trembled, hands hovering over Shihori's arms. Even if the burn was on his back, Yuuta was afraid of grabbing onto Shihori at that time.

Why didn't he notice?

He had been so focused on having Shihori's attention that he didn't even realize that Shihori got hurt.

Reality slapped him back into normalcy for a moment. At that time when Shihori was fighting, Yuuta should have been looking after the nurse. The youth had been so happy being under Shihori's protection that he neglected the fact that they were in a dangerous situation.

That's not fair for Shihori-san. If things continue on like this, I'm afraid Shihori-san would continue getting hurt because of me.

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Darkness befallen the room. The sound of clock ticking filtered in the air.

On the bed, a pair of dark eyes opened. When they glanced at the clock, he found out that it had only been two hours since he slept and the sun has yet to peek over the horizon. Okkotsu Yuuta sat down, a bit absentminded as he did so.