Warnings: This chapter contains semi-detailed descriptions of blood and gore, as well as mentions of a dissociative episode. Please read at your own discretion.

The Headmaster was angry.

As if their tense shoulders and clipped gait hadn't been enough of an indication, the usual two guards they had brought with them were carrying dragonslaying weapons. That only ever happened when they were really angry. Automatically, Corrin began sorting through everything he'd done since the last experiment, trying to figure out if he'd done something to upset the Headmaster that would warrant this treatment. But, like always, he found nothing glaringly obvious, which only made him feel worse. He took a deep breath to try and calm the anxiety building in the pit of his stomach, but it didn't really work. Everything was too scary, too dangerous, too much.

Next to him, Robin rattled the chains around his wrists and laughed dryly when he noticed the edges on the blades. Corrin had to force himself not to react upon hearing that laugh- he knew what that meant. Robin was angry too.

"You know the drill," the Headmaster said derisively to the two guards. They stepped back and crossed their arms, ready to intervene if necessary.

One of the guards approached Corrin first, as always. He tasted blood in his mouth as his canines lengthened, one of the first signs that he was losing control of his Gift. The guard laughed as they saw the thin stream of blood trickle from the corner of Corrin's mouth. They hovered the knife close to his face and mockingly asked "What's the matter? Are you scared?"

"Go to hell," Corrin snapped. Unfortunately, his voice wobbled a little as he spoke, betraying just how terrified he was.

"Hmm. Well, you know how this goes. Try not to use your Gift and endure the dragonslayer. If you do better than last time, we might let you go early."

Liar. They never let either of them go early.

They placed the knife on the curve of Corrin's jaw and pressed just hard enough to draw blood. His skin burned wherever the blade touched, and the blood slowly dripping down his throat felt like acid. He gasped in pain and balled his hands into fists hard enough to leave marks in his palm, desperately trying to resist the urge to transform even a tiny bit and run. Not that he'd get very far. The chains wrapped around his wrists, ankles, and torso prevented that.

Just as the pain was beginning to clear, the guard pressed the knife into his cheek, harder this time. An incoherent scream tore its way from his throat, pain blinding him to almost everything except the sensation of the cool chains digging into his skin and soothing his boiling blood and the sound of Robin's laughter echoing in his skull. Corrin had even less time to recover before he felt the knife again, and again, and again, until he was sobbing from pain and the effort of keeping himself in human form.

When they finally stopped to let him breathe, bleeding from dozens of smaller cuts on his arms, face, and chest, as well as a few bigger ones that ached like he'd been stabbed, Corrin went entirely limp against his chains. Everything hurt, and the haze that he associated with a transformation had started to descend over his vision. He tried desperately to get his breathing under control, half so he would stop crying and half so he wouldn't transform like he'd been asked.

Vaguely, he was aware of the Headmaster saying something to the guard standing in front of him, but he couldn't make out the words. The pain made it too hard to concentrate on anything but how much he wanted it all to just stop.

Corrin felt a hand on his head. He flinched and forced himself to look up, only to find himself staring dead into the cold mask that the Headmaster wore. He tried to look down again, only to find that he couldn't move. Panic seized him as he realized what was going on.

"Do I have your attention?" the Headmaster asked calmly. Their gloved fingers dug harder into Corrin's scalp, increasing the oppressive feeling of their Gift. He couldn't respond, but they seemed to get the answer they wanted anyway. "Disappointing. You have improved, but your tolerance isn't even close to the level it should be."

They removed their hand and the pressure vanished. Corrin gasped softly and went limp against his chains again. Somehow, the Headmaster's words of disapproval almost hurt more than the knives.

As he stayed there, trying to recollect himself, he heard Robin's chains rattle violently. "Come near me with that fucking thing and I'll snap your neck," Robin snarled.

Phantom screams echoed through Corrin's skull as he recalled that horrible day when he had seen what Robin was really capable of. That day was the reason they were both chained up for experiments now, but... Corrin knew that Robin could kill the guards if he really wanted to. It would be easy. Actually, it would be easy for either of them, but the idea of it made Corrin want to throw up.

Weakly, Corrin looked over in time to see the other guard go right up to Robin and slowly, slowly press the knife into his thigh until half the blade was buried in it. The other boy screamed in agony and thrashed around, which only made it worse. Trying to imagine the amount of pain he was in right now- even with Robin's considerably higher pain tolerance- was dizzying.

The guard gave him a longer break before she cut him again, close to the existing scar on his face from another experiment just like this. She didn't press nearly as hard this time, so he merely hissed in pain and glared defiantly at her.

"Is that the best you can do?" Robin snapped. His voice sounded a little strained from pain, but he was otherwise okay. "You're pathetic."

In response, the guard opened a long, shallow cut along the length of Robin's forearm. She started at his wrist and went up, then applied a considerable amount of pressure as she reached his shoulder. The knife bit deep into the muscle there and he screamed again, a wordless howl that sounded more angry than pained.

"Stop!" Corrin whispered, his voice hoarse from screaming. "You need to stop now, he's going to kill you!"

The guard who had been cutting him earlier slapped him across the face. "Shut up, you weakling."

Corrin bit his tongue to stop himself from whimpering in pain and looked back over at Robin. Several more shallow cuts littered his hands and forearms, and his chest heaved as he tried to get his breaths under control. His bangs were damp with sweat and hung in his eyes, which were currently closed, and his hands slowly curled into fists and uncurled again. His whole body looked tense, like a loaded spring ready to snap and unleash hell on these guards.

Slowly, Robin looked up as the guard brought the knife down again, ready to inflict more pain on him.

His eyes flickered open, and they weren't brown anymore. Instead, they glowed with a reddish purple light that could only mean one thing.

Robin had decided to stop putting up with the guard's bullshit and pretending like those chains could secure him.

He snapped the chains on his arms first, the iron giving way like it was paper, then his legs. Scales appeared along his forearms and wherever blood had soaked through the torn shirt he was wearing.

If he hadn't been so afraid of Robin's wrath, Corrin would have whispered "I told you so" to the guards, who were both backing away from Robin with their bloody knives outstretched.

"Stop him!" the guard who had been responsible for Robin shrieked at the Headmaster.

They shook their head. "I can't risk it. There is a very real possibility that Grima's blood, when activated, can overpower my Gift."

Robin laughed.

Corrin stopped remembering things once the guards started screaming and the scent of blood, already faintly present in the air, became overpowering to the point that he could taste it. Maybe he passed out, or maybe it was just too scary for him to process. Either way, the last thing he remembered before everything went blank was the Headmaster quietly slipping out of the room before Robin could turn his attention to them.

-/-/-/-

The Headmaster returned eventually with a fresh pair of guards and more chains. Robin was sitting on the body of the guard who had been torturing him, covered in blood and smiling serenely. Surprisingly, he didn't resist at all as the guards cautiously approached him and chained him up again. This time, he had been given a muzzle that left only his eyes visible. It was a silly gesture. No amount of iron would be able to stop Robin if he really wanted to kill. They'd seen the results of that time and time again.

Once Robin was restrained again, one of the guards glanced uneasily over at Corrin and gestured vaguely in his direction. They probably said something, but he couldn't tell what it was. Judging by the fact that they were now approaching him, they had obviously been seeking the Headmaster's approval for something.

Corrin flinched and moved himself as far away from the guard as much as the chains would allow. His whole body ached with the movement, but it was nowhere near as intense as it should have been.

The guard snapped something at him and roughly shoved him into an upright position. They kicked at Corrin's shin- they wanted him to do something? Stand? That must have been it. When he didn't react as fast as they thought he should, they kicked him in the same spot, just harder.

With a great deal more effort that it should have taken, Corrin forced his legs to take his weight. A moment later, he heard the sound of the chains unlocking and falling to the floor in a heap. His body felt so much lighter now that he was free, and for a moment he almost thought that he was going to float right up to the ceiling and stay there like a balloon.

Someone tugged sharply on his arm, forcing him to pay at least a little bit of attention. It was difficult. His head felt like it had been stuffed full of cotton balls. Corrin felt his legs start to move seemingly on their own accord as he was pondering this development with a detached sense of curiosity. The guard who had unlocked his chains was leading him out of the bloodstained room and down the hallway. They were going back. It felt very early to go back.

A short walk later and the little group stood in front of the doors to the common room. The Headmaster pushed open the doors, and everybody immediately stopped talking and sat up straighter. They almost never stopped by the common room in person, so the others knew something had gone terribly wrong.

They turned just enough to motion to the guards, and Corrin was shoved into motion again. The guard holding him was keeping his hands behind his back, so he stumbled awkwardly while trying to keep his feet underneath him. The movement aggravated his cuts. He bit his tongue to keep himself from crying out and drawing any attention to himself.

In the end, though, it didn't matter. The guard shoved him again and he fell to the ground with a soft grunt. Judging by the sound of chains rattling and the heavy thump of iron hitting the ground behind him, the same had happened to Robin.

Nobody moved. The air felt tense enough to set Corrin on edge, even in his dazed state.

"You all may be very important, but you are replaceable," the Headmaster stated, a thinly veiled threat of violence contained in their words. "Remember this well next time you even think about lashing out in retaliation." 

With that, they left, taking the guards with them. The one who had locked up Robin tossed the key at Ike, who caught it easily.

As soon as the door closed, Corrin felt a light touch on his shoulder. He knew who it was even before he looked up, and his heart jolted faintly in his chest in response.

"Oh, Corrin... this isn't your fault," Sheik whispered. Corrin heard his voice as if he was standing at the end of a very long tunnel, but he still heard him. Even like this, the way he said his name made his heart hurt.

"Need to get away from him. Please," Corrin mumbled, hating how his tongue felt foreign in his mouth. "I can't-"

"Shh, it's okay. I understand. We'll get away from him." Sheik's other hand drifted to Corrin's jaw briefly, the slight touch helping to ground him better. "I'm going to help you stand up and then we'll go to the bathroom to clean you up. Just focus on me."

Corrin nodded and pushed himself off the floor, relying a little bit on Sheik once he was up. His body was starting to feel impossibly heavy as the fog in his brain receded. Slowly, they made their way out of the common room and down the hall to the bathroom. On the way out, Sheik paused briefly to say something to Ike, but Corrin didn't register what he said. He was busy focusing on keeping his gaze away from Robin, who was still eerily calm about everything.

The walk was short, thankfully. Sheik didn't say anything else until they stopped in front of the door, but that was okay. He just needed to be there. That was enough.

"It happened again?" Sheik asked quietly as he stepped away for a moment to open the bathroom door for Corrin.

He could only nod, too dazed to respond in any other way. In an attempt to refocus, Corrin looked around the bathroom and took a deep breath, naturally drifting towards one of the two shower stalls. The blood drying on his skin was starting to itch, which drew more attention to it and made him want to scratch all of his skin off.

Sheik walked over to the sink, where the medical supplies were usually kept, and rummaged around in the cabinet for a moment. He sighed and sat back on his heels. "I can't find the medical kit. Go ahead and take a shower, I'll be right back. I'm sure Samus knows where it is."

"I think Zelda had it last," Corrin said. The statement surprised him, because he didn't know why he knew that.

"Makes sense," Sheik replied. He stood and started walking back to the door, but he paused next to Corrin. "Do you want me to grab some clean clothes too?"

Corrin scratched lightly at his forearm and nodded. Once he wasn't quite so out of it, he'd have to patch up the shirt he was wearing right now. Tomorrow, probably. The sewing needles were kept under diligent watch in the common room. Robin wasn't even allowed near them anymore. He'd never tried to use them to hurt somebody, but... the risk was too great.

He waited until Sheik left to start the water. Corrin made sure that it was lukewarm at best- which was something that Sheik always teased him about, come to think of it- before stripping down. His cuts protested the movements, and he winced upon seeing just how many there were. A few of the deeper ones on his chest still burned faintly from the dragonslaying edge. Hell, all of them seemed to hurt more now that he was actually looking at them.

Stepping into the water didn't help much. It seemed like the water droplets knew exactly where to go to hit the open wounds where they would hurt the most, but at least it was cleaning off the disgusting dried blood coating him. The pink-tinted water running towards the drain proved that. But, after a little bit, the running water was more soothing than painful. He started feeling much more like himself again as he just stood there, letting it wash away the memories of what had just happened.

Of course, they weren't going to go away entirely, but it was nice to forget for a little while.

Corrin took out the tie keeping his hair in a braid and slowly undid it so he could wash his hair more thoroughly. Sometimes he forgot how long his hair was- when it was down like this, it fell just past the middle of his back.

After what felt like five minutes but was almost certainly much longer, Corrin heard the door open again to signal Sheik's return. He took a deep breath and smoothed his soaked bangs away from his eyes before turning the water off. All the blood was gone now. He felt okay again.

"Hey, Sheik, will you pass me a towel? I forgot to grab one before I got in the shower," Corrin rasped, his voice hoarse from screaming.

"Oh, yeah. Of course." Sheik paused for a moment to set the first aid kit down, resulting in the soft noise of plastic against steel. The door cracked open enough for Sheik's hand to appear, a white towel in his grip.

"Thank you," Corrin said as he took the towel. The door closed with a gentle click and he started drying himself off, being extra careful around all of the cuts on his torso so he didn't reopen them or anything. He ran the towel over his hair a few times to get most of the water, then tied the towel securely around his waist.

He stepped out of the shower stall and hissed quietly through his teeth as the colder air brushed his skin. Sheik looked up from the bandages he was sorting through and winced upon properly seeing the extent of the damage that had been done to Corrin. He left the bandages on the table and walked over to him, shock and anger at the Headmaster flickering across his face in equal measures.

"Did they use a dragonslayer on you?" Sheik asked quietly as he stopped in front of him, eyes scanning the cuts littered across Corrin's torso before meeting his gaze. 

Idly, Corrin noticed that Sheik's glasses had slipped down his nose farther than usual. He cleared his throat to distract himself from the urge to adjust them for Sheik. "Yeah. Um. They were really angry today. I don't know why. They used one on both of us." His voice faltered as flashes of what had happened this morning darted through his brain- Robin's laugh, blood spattering across the walls, the screaming-

The feeling of Sheik's fingers lightly grazing a cut on his collarbone brought him back to the present. Corrin bit his tongue to keep from saying anything else, a slight blush dusting his cheeks as he realized just how close they were. All he could do was pray that Sheik didn't notice.

"They cut you so many times..." Sheik murmured. He dropped his hand and looked back up at Corrin's face. "I can't even imagine what it was like."

"It's okay, I don't want you to. It hurts like hell and I don't want you to ever experience something that comes close to it," Corrin responded in a low voice. He ducked his head, unable to quite meet Sheik's gaze.

They stayed like that for a tense few seconds, Corrin feeling like his heart was going to beat right out of his chest. The silence wasn't uncomfortable by any means, it just felt... off. He didn't have the words to properly describe it. Corrin half wanted to say something else, but he wasn't sure where to begin, so he just kept his mouth shut.

"Still, I..." Sheik trailed off, then sighed and stepped back. Half of Corrin was grateful for the space, but the other half wished he would stay where he was. "Nevermind. I should get those cleaned up, yeah?"

"Yeah. Yes. That would be good." Corrin kicked himself mentally as the words came out of his mouth. God, he sounded like an idiot.

Sheik returned to the table with the pile of half-sorted bandages and grabbed a handful of them. He stacked a few smaller towels and the bottle of antiseptic on top. Without being told, Corrin walked over to the sink, grabbed the stool stored underneath it for this very purpose, and sat down. Sheik followed him shortly afterwards and handed the bandages to him.

"This isn't going to feel great. I'll try to be careful, but it's inevitable," Sheik said as he opened the antiseptic and poured some of it on the cloth. After the warning he always gave, he crouched down in front of Corrin and started on the first cut.

His hands were gentle, like always, but Corrin couldn't stop himself from cursing under his breath when the antiseptic bit into his injuries. They were still sensitive from the dragonslayer, so it hurt worse than it usually did. It was much more manageable, though. He just kept his focus on the adorable little look Sheik always got on his face when he was concentrating really hard. He made so many things easier to bear.

Before long, Sheik sat back and gave him a little smile. "The painful part is done now. I'll trade you for the bandages."

Corrin exhaled in relief, all the tension building up in his shoulders dissolving. He handed Sheik the bandages in exchange for the bottle of antiseptic and slightly bloody cloth. From there, it was relatively simple for Sheik to bandage the cuts up nicely. Every so often his knuckles would graze the bare skin of Corrin's torso, sending little thrills down his spine whenever it happened.

Once he was done, Corrin felt distinctly like a mummy. On the plus side, he wasn't cold anymore. Only his stomach was still exposed, which was enough skin to make him want a shirt. Sheik stood and carefully took the items Corrin was holding. He returned to the table where the mostly disassembled first aid kit was lying so he could put the antiseptic away. The cloth would have to be washed first. After a moment, Corrin stood as well and joined him at the table, though he was looking for the change of clothes that Sheik had promised to bring.

"Right there." Sheik nodded his head at the neatly folded clothes on the far edge of the table, obviously picking up on what Corrin wanted. The action caused his glasses to slip farther down his nose and he huffed in irritation. "I gotta have Ike readjust these for me. Last time it was my experiment day, the guard forgot to take my glasses off before they hit me, and they've been too loose ever since."

"Or you could just not need glasses," Corrin teased. He grabbed the shirt first and slipped it on, pleased to note that Sheik had grabbed one of his favorite long sleeve shirts. It was ever so slightly too big and made from a very soft material that was relaxing to touch. Also, the sleeves covered his palms, which was nice.

Once he had the shirt on, he moved so that he was behind Sheik before putting on the rest of the clothes. It was a little awkward, as he didn't untie the towel until he was wearing the pants just in case, but he made it work.

"Ha, ha. Very funny," Sheik responded dryly. He didn't turn around, choosing to just keep his focus on reassembling the first aid kit. "Oh, by the way- you were right. Zelda had the first aid kit, she just hadn't put it back yet."

Corrin drifted back over to the table and peeked over Sheik's shoulder at the mess. "That explains why it's so disorganized."

"Yeah. It's also why I'm fixing it."

He watched Sheik work in silence for a little while. Even if Corrin had intended to say something in response, it had completely left his brain. He'd gotten a little sidetracked by how nice Sheik's hands were.

"I'll never understand how she can just... not care about how disorganized she gets," Sheik grumbled under his breath as he finished sorting the bandages.

"I'm sure she doesn't understand why you feel the need to have a color coded sock drawer. Especially when the only colors they give us are gray, black, and white."

"You're so mean to me," Sheik sighed and shook his head in mock irritation. He started reassembling the first aid kit, which didn't take him too long. He'd done it enough times by now, given that he was always the one to reorganize it when the others forgot to put everything back neatly. Upon closing the box with a neat little click, Sheik looked up at Corrin and opened his mouth like he was going to continue speaking.

When no words came, Corrin felt a little smile tug at his mouth and he laughed once. "What? Is something wrong?"

Sheik blinked in surprise and shook his head briefly. "No, no, it's nothing. Sorry. Your hair is getting long, that's all."

"Yeah, it is. Too long?"

"No. It suits you." Sheik smiled gently at him. He stepped away for a moment to tuck the first aid kit away in its drawer under the sink, but he returned to the table and actually hopped up on it so he could face Corrin better. "Do you want it braided again?"

Corrin nodded. While he could certainly braid it himself, he vastly preferred having Sheik do it. Partially because he was better at it, and partially because things like this were rare, given his significant touch aversion.

Sheik hadn't always been like that. Up until roughly three years ago, Sheik had been much more outgoing and physically affectionate. Then something really bad had happened during an experiment, and he'd never been the same since. As far as Corrin knew, he hadn't talked about it with anybody. All he knew was that it had seriously messed him up.

He was curious about what had happened, but Corrin had never asked about it. He trusted that Sheik would tell him when he was ready to share the story. Even if that turned out to be never, he'd still be okay with it. Sheik's mental health came before the details of a deeply traumatic event.

"Do you want to sit down or stay standing?" Sheik asked, breaking Corrin out of his thoughts.

"Standing is fine by me."

Sheik hummed thoughtfully, evidently trying to figure out where he wanted Corrin to stand. After a moment, he gave up and scooted closer to the edge of the table. He vaguely gestured to the space by his knees. "Stand here, please."

Corrin did as he was told, turning so that he was facing away from Sheik so he could braid his hair. He tried his best to leave space between his back and Sheik's knees to respect his personal space.

"Samus said that she heard they might be canceling regular experiments tomorrow," Sheik commented as his fingers started combing through Corrin's hair.

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah. Do you think it's got something to do with what happened to you guys today?"

"I'm... not sure. Maybe?"

"Even if it isn't, it seems like weird timing. The President isn't due for another inspection until next month- sorry!" Sheik mused, only to wince and cut himself off abruptly as his fingers caught a tangled spot in Corrin's hair and tugged on it painfully. He stopped completely for a moment, then gently started untangling it as best he could without a brush.

Once Sheik had gotten most of the tangles out, he started on the actual braid. Corrin's eyes slipped closed as Sheik worked. The repetitive motions soothed the pain still lingering in the back of his mind. It certainly didn't hurt that Sheik's fingers occasionally brushed across the nape of his neck, either.

"Are you feeling any better?" Sheik asked quietly, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled over them.

He was about halfway finished with the braid, so the precise movements of his hands in Corrin's hair sidetracked him a little bit. Corrin sighed and hesitated a few more seconds before responding, trying to drag himself out of the trail of thought he'd started wandering down and figure out how he was actually feeling at the moment. That was always a complicated question on the best of days. "Yeah. Much better. I just... ugh. I'll be okay now, but I'm still out of it."

Sheik hummed in response. Corrin knew without needing to turn around that he had a fond little smile on his face. "I'm guessing you don't want to go see the others after I'm done?"

"No. I don't want to talk to him right now. Or see the others, really. I don't have enough energy."

"That's perfectly fine. Are you gonna go take a nap, then?"

"Yeah, probably."

"Sleep will help," Sheik said, then paused. Shortly afterward, his hand appeared in Corrin's view, so he removed the hair tie from his wrist and handed it to him. He tugged slightly on his hair as he tied it up. His hands dropped away a moment later.

Corrin stepped forward before turning around to give Sheik more space. He ran a hand down the neat braid just to affirm it was tight enough. It was perfect, as always. Now that he'd calmed down, he could feel fatigue beginning to drag at his bones. That nap was sounding better and better by the minute. But, at the same time... he didn't quite want to leave Sheik just yet. Of course, he would see him tomorrow, so it was silly for him to act like this over a difference of a few hours. Hell, he'd be asleep for most of that time anyway.

So, why did he feel like this?

And, maybe more importantly, did he really want to know why?

Maybe he already did.

Sheik hopped off the table and checked to make sure he hadn't left anything too disorganized. Strangely, he wouldn't meet Corrin's eyes even once he'd completed his check. His glasses had slipped down his nose slightly again, so he pushed them back up and sighed. Something had clearly made him anxious all of a sudden. Even so, he appeared to brush it aside quickly, though some tension still remained in his shoulders.

"Everything okay?" Corrin asked, though he knew he wouldn't get an answer.

"Yes. I'm sorry if I worried you. I just... got reminded of something. I'll be okay."

Corrin didn't try to press for the details. The subtle discomfort still lacing Sheik's words as he spoke was enough to tip him off to the fact that he shouldn't pry. He couldn't deny that he was curious, but he ultimately just kept his mouth shut on the subject. Instead, he hummed in acknowledgement and fiddled with the cuff of his sleeve.

After a pause just long enough to border on being uncomfortable, Corrin tilted his head toward the door. "Walk with me?"

Sheik nodded, though he looked a little... absent, despite how hard he was obviously trying to conceal his discomfort at being confronted by a bad memory again. He waited until Corrin had started walking to follow him.

They were quiet as they walked down the hallway. The only break in the unending white of the walls was the occasional door leading farther into the Compound. Nobody knew exactly where they went, as they were always locked, and the guards always blindfolded them as they took them to the experiment rooms.

Farther down the hallway, they passed the common room, two guards standing outside as always. They didn't react as Corrin and Sheik passed. Even so, the sight of their guns set him on edge.

The hallway ended abruptly not far after the common room and formed a T-shaped intersection. Turning left led to the girls' rooms and turning right led to the boys' rooms. There were four rooms on each side, though one of the rooms was empty for the girls, seeing as there were only three of them. The empty room was always locked, and all of them had their own theories about why it was there.

Corrin stopped in front of the first door on the right, which was plain aside from the little placard with his and Ike's names on it. The next door down was Link and Marth's room, followed by Sheik and Roy's room, then Robin's room, which he had all to himself.

"Hey, Corrin?" Sheik whispered, a half smile creeping onto his face as he spoke.

"Yeah?"

"Sleep well. I'll see you tomorrow." Sheik nudged him playfully with his shoulder and left before he could respond, which was just as well. He was completely and utterly tongue tied. His face was undoubtedly bright red and he didn't know exactly why- Sheik hadn't even said anything particularly provocative.

Oh, shit.

Corrin ran a hand down his braid as he opened the door and stepped inside his room. He was going to have a lot to talk about with Ike tonight.