“…. Probably. I don’t suppose you have any, do you?”

⌈ ほのお ⌋—- ”Sorry, no. I have some ointment, but they only work on cuts.”
Hono was glad that Karasu wasn’t stubborn about it. Bruises were something Hono can’t help but be concerned of, and as...
Karasu’s glass eye glazed blankly over the other boy’s face as he spoke, clicking his tongue as he was tugged towards...