"It's just a small.. scratch this time- don't send- Hey! Don't send that to him!"

"There's probably more under your clothes. And-"

"STOP-"

"Too late. He deserves to know when you're hurt, especially with how often this seems to happen."

"... I hate you. I fucking hate you. He doesn't need to know shit. He's busy, and this is a distraction."

Their phone dinged. The message read; 'send him to my place. im almost home. damn idiot.'

"I've been told to send you to his apartment. S-"

"I'm not a damn package."

"I wasn't-"

"You've made him worry over something stupid, and now he's gonna be mad I didn't tell him. Especially about the other shit too."

"... Yeah, well, you weren't gonna tell him yourself."

"Shut. Up." Shouto seethed, before stalking off in the direction of his partner's residence.