Yuki came running into the room.
"Tsu-chan?! I heard glass break, are you alri-"
She stopped dead in her tracks at the sight before her, but only for a split second before lurching forward to grab her roommate's arm. Tsuyoshi knelt on the floor, surrounded by the shattered fragments of a now-broken mirror and gripping one of the larger pieces tightly in his hand. Both hands were covered in blood -- his right scraped at the knuckles while his left dripped from the jagged glass digging into his palm.
She gently pressed on his hand and wrist at several points, finally coaxing him into opening his fist and dropping the glass. As soon as he did, she stood and pulled him to his feet, leading him down the hall and into the bathroom where she good get a better look at the wounds. His bloodied knuckles didn't look nearly as bad once they were cleaned up, but the cut on his palm.. she knew it would leave a scar even after she had worked her magic (literally).
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