Kyoko winces as the front door squeals on its hinges, something it only ever does at the worst of times. Sneaking in on the balls of her feet, the redhead slips into the bathroom to try and clean herself off.
She catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror, a bloody nose, a black eye and scratches of plenty stare back at her. Rolling her eyes, she stares down at her blood covered knuckles and starts to wash them off. Her attempts to ignore the soreness in her arms don't go as well as she'd hoped.
"Kyo-tan!" a small voice gasps and Kyoko whirls around to look at its owner. Nagisa peers around the doorway in shorts and Kyoko's hoodie, the sleeves falling over her hands and her eyes wide with surprise.
"Nagisa," the redhead splutters, drying her hands off on her shorts and hiding them behind her back. "What're you doing up?" The older girl knows Nagisa is smarter than to fall for her poor excuse for a cover-up.
Kyoko blinks in surprise when she feels her smaller companion lightly push her towards the bathtub until she sits on the edge of it, earning a nod of approval from the silver-haired girl.
"You got in another fight, didn't you?" Nagisa sighs, grabbing a wash cloth and rolling up her sleeves. Kyoko grumbles some incoherent confirmation as Nagisa dabs the damp cloth over the cuts on the redhead's face. With the blood cleaned off, Nagisa nearly cringes a she inspects the damage.
"Not my fault some people think it's fun to bust windows outta churches," Kyoko scoffs and looks to the side as the silver-haired girl pats one of many bandaids on her cheek.
"Y'know," Nagisa clears her throat "Mami's going to kill you when she finds out about this."
"You wouldn't," Kyoko whispers desperately, narrowing her eyes as Nagisa grins.
Fully bandaged and cleaned up, the redhead stands and lifts the girl up, resting her forehead against Nagisa's.
"Alright munchkin, what do I have to do this time?" she sighs and Nagisa giggles.
"Promise not to do it anymore and maybe I won't tell her."