"😊 Is that my beloved son I heeeeeewhat happened? 😱" calls Harutsugu, coming from the kitchen wearing a baking apron.

"Inori got in heat in public and they were attacked by eight people." He also does not mention that last sentence to Harutsugu because he knows exactly what Harutsugu would do about it.

"😰 Oh Inori-kun, why don't you just take the suppressants—"

"I'm going to go take a bath," Inori declares before stalking upstairs.

Wellllllll this is awkward.

"Are you hurt, Tōkan-kun?" asks Harutsugu. "Do you need anything for the pain?"

"I'm fine, I've had worse." WHY IS HE SHIRTLESS IN FRONT OF INORI'S DADS THIS IS NOT GREAT. "Um, do you have a shirt I could borrow? I'll give it back, it's just that mine got a little bit ruined..." He does not need to say how or what, let them draw their conclusions.

"You can borrow one of mine, Inori-kun's and Kuroji's would definitely not fit you. 😔"

"Do you not want to join Inori in the bath, Tōkan?" suggests Kuroji.

"WHAT ARE YOU SAYING, KUROJI! They cannot be together like th-th-that! 😱" wails Harutsugu.

"He has a much better shot at actually getting Inori-kun to look after his wounds than either of us do, Haru," he snaps.

"But but but but but—"

"Stop bothering Tōkan, Harutsugu!" Sigh. He bows to Tōkan. "Feel free to make yourself at home. Harutsugu will go fetch a fresh set of clothes for you to borrow, and we're baking cookies if the two of you would like to have tea with us."

"Oookay! I'll, uh, yeah." He goes upstairs before Harutsugu can decide to have more opinions about Tōkan.

Inori opens the door once Tōkan knocks, confused for a moment before he recognises him. "Oh. It's you." And that's that, back to the bath.

It's a pretty spacious bathtub.

Tōkan joins him shortly and sits right beside him in the tub.

"...why are you here? There's a lot of space."

"I like being close to you."

"It's hard to get cleaned up with you this close."

"I also want to check up on you and make sure you're not too badly hurt."

"Stop fussing, you're as bad as Kuroji."

"Well, we're very invested in you staying healthy. Although I do admit your scars look really sexy."

He lifts a hand to touch his lip scar. "...sexy?" Then he shakes his head. "They show weakness."

Is that why the mask?

"They show strength. They show you survived, you won against whoever gave you them. You're very powerful."