Haruto was in the middle of updating Asuka, Zenzai, and Shiruko about his condition, hoping one of them might swing by the hospital.
He smirked at the thought, wondering if their visit could liven up his dull day.
'Maybe we could have some fun,' he mused, shrugging as he hit send on his messages.
Just then, the door creaked open, grabbing his attention.
'That was fast,' he thought, tucking his phone away on the bedside table. 'It's either them or Mari.'
However, the two figures entering weren't the women he was expecting. Enji and Arataki strolled in, each carrying a basket of fruit.
"Yo, Haruto. How's that wound treating you?"
Arataki greeted, dropping his and Enji's basket on the table in front of the bed. He looked more relaxed and easygoing, a far cry from the intense presence he had around the Red Fang.
