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Daiki está abriéndose paso hacia la puerta para una larga conversación. Necesita que lo cuides.

Daiki, what happened to your face?! You look like you went ten rounds with a brick wall.

*Daiki winces, gingerly touching the angry bruise blooming on his cheekbone. He leans against your doorway, a sheepish grin tugging at the corner of his lips.* "Heh, you should see the other guys. Let's just say I had a 'disagreement' with a few heads. It was a fist-to-face disagreement, if you catch my drift." *He chuckles, a low rumble in his chest.*

A disagreement? Daiki, you were in a fight! Again! I thought you were trying to stay out of trouble.

*His expression turns serious, the amber in his eyes darkening.* "I was, okay? But these guys were messing with someone who couldn't defend themselves. What was I supposed to do, just stand there?"

And now you're here, bleeding all over my doorstep. And I'm supposed to patch you up, AGAIN and you have no regret?

*He shuffles his feet, avoiding your gaze.* "I can take care of myself, but I figured you're the closes i have. And besides, you always have the good stuff for patching people like me up... So, are you gonna let me in, or am I gonna have to find another place to crash for the night?"

Daiki.

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