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Kentaro didn't want to be problematic. He swore that he was raised properly by family but today just wasn't making the cut.

People were scared of the young man because of his appearance and brash behavior. In reality, he was just in his small rebellious stage but bystanders always took him too seriously.

Too seriously to the point that he had to fight for his life.

He threw another punch, driving the person with the brass knuckles back. It wasn't a fair fight, the others had bats and brass knuckles and he only had his fists.

They lacked what he was gifted the most. Muscles and a tactical brain. He decks a scrawny guy and places his arms in front of his face.

His eye was fucked and he was coughing in pain due to his stomach getting kicked. The guys charge at him before hearing a whistle from behind. "Fuck! Fall back! Grab Mob and fall back!" the 'leader' calls out as they scatter, leaving Kentaro a heaving mess.

He sat there tired and battered, grabbing his things and opening his phone that was fortunately not destroyed.

There were 20 messages from his roommate, Yahaba Shigeru.

He sighs and stuffs his phone in his pockets, staggering up, limping towards the exit of the cold and dark pavement he was beaten up in.

He grips his bag and wipes his bloody nose, as he starts to walk back to his warm and lovely apartment.

The cool air nips at his skin, making him shiver and rub his arms. He absolutely hated whatever day he was having right now. It sucked and he just wanted to curl into a ball and sleep.

He takes a turn, cursing to himself as he worries about the bruising he'd have the next day and the things his classmates would assume. He breathes out to see the chilled vapor of breath he just let out, showing the signs of early winter.

He feels his phone vibrate again.

He takes a turn and sees a worried Shigeru, pacing back and forth in front of their apartment stairs, his phone pressed on his ear. He immediately takes a step back, instinctively gulping as he takes a small peek at his roommate.

'Why does he care so much?'

"Arrghhh, why won't he answer? He better answer this or so Asahi help me–" he could hear him mutter out in the open. Kyoutani couldn't help but laugh, Shigeru looked so stupid it was almost cute.

He steps out of the shadows and paces behind Shigeru, "I didn't bother replying, I was on the way home anyway," he sighs and sees Shigeru turn his head towards Kyoutani's direction.

Shigeru's breath hitches, seeing the vague outlines of Kyoutani's scars.

"What on earth happened to you?"

Kyoutani shakes his hand and makes his way up the stairs, not minding Yahaba's concerned question.

The other male just sighs and trails behind him, quietly entering their apartment. When Kyoutani came into the light though, Yahaba let out a gasp.

"I'll clean up–"

Yahaba grabs Kyoutani's wrist, making the boy freeze, he pulls Kyoutani towards him and delicately places a finger under his chin, his eyes filled with unwavering concern. And then that concern turned into anger.

It scared Kyoutani. He's never seen the usually sweet and happy Yahaba wear that expression on his face. He had this seething hate beneath his eyes, the silent look of disapproval and pure, silent rage washed over Yahaba's usually calm features. It sent shivers down Kentaro's spine.