◣ @chxuya ◥

◣ ✿ ◥ Considering they were both mentored by Kouyou, it made sense to at least be acquainted with each other, though Kyouka couldn’t say she knew him too well: while she was still in training, he’d been going on missions since long before the mafia even took her in, and that caused him to be absent during much of the free time the girl had. Now, though, when the door to the room–a training room, more or less, in Kouyou’s residence–it wasn’t the woman returning to resume lessons.

Mafia life was rough, and injuries were to be expected even from the best fighters, so the blood dripping to the floor didn’t shock Kyouka; instead, she picked up the nearest towel and padded towards him before offering it to him wordlessly along with a hand to help guide him.