Aoko stared at him, pale, any chances of a flush wiped away by the way the blood drained from her face at the sight of his injuries.

She numbly let go of the sheet when he yanked it back, letting him cover himself back up. He eyes were more fixed on the unbandaged cuts, the ones that even she could tell were made deliberately. And surely there were too many of them to be from a surgery.

"Kaito... what happened to you?"