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A BANG FROM UPSTAIRS SENT Koushi jumping backwards, Y/N flinching and looking up at the ceiling.
"Koushi!" Kosako yelled, dragging out both syllables. "Okaasan's home!"
"Shit," the silver-haired boy hissed, frantically darting around the living room and kitchen. "I'm not meant to have girls at home!"
Y/N raised an eyebrow. "I'd say extenuating circumstances-"
"No, I mean, I'm really not meant to have girls over," he stressed, throwing the First-Aid kit somewhere with a crashing noise that made them both wince. "Fuck, I'm really sorry."
"It's fine!" Y/N waved her hands. "I'm so sorry to get you into this trouble - what should I do?"
Koushi took a moment to prop his arms on his hips, his eyes moving as rapidly as she was sure his thoughts were. "Okaasan normally comes in through the back door, so if we get you out the front, then she ... probably won't see you?"
She nodded, quickly pulling something out of her pocket and passing it to the boy, who looked at it with evident confusion. She laughed as she headed down the hallway.
"It's my phone! Put your number in so I can text you later!"
He gave a noise of realisation, following her to the door as she frantically pulled on her blades, all parts of her body still aching, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Koushi dropped her phone into her lap, one of his large hands extended to help her up. "Go, go!"
