"...hey, Inori-kun."
When they get to Inori's house Kuroji comes to greet them at the door and gets immediately worried when he sees the state they're in. "Inori-kun? Tōkan-kun? What happened?"
What was even the POINT of getting rid of his shirt if Inori was going to just SAY THAT ANYWAY.
"—I think he might have a concussion," Tōkan adds rather than interact with that last sentence.
Kuroji also pretends he did not hear that last sentence and immediately goes to check Inori's head wound. "I'll get you ice, you should take a bath and wash all of that, and I have some skin creams—"
"😊 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.
"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.
"He has a much better shot at actually getting Inori-kun to look after his wounds than either of us do, Haru," he snaps.
"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.