Less swelling will make it easier to explain to Sakura, [He offers quietly, still powering down the surge of rib-cracking emotion he almost hoped would actually destroy him one day. His whole upper half hurt, his face the least of it, despite having been punched in the jaw, and he sat up enough to notice the new books atop the blankets beside him as he dragged his hands upward and let the room spot back into view. He kept his hands there, palms against his forehead through his hair, and tangled his fingers in his hair further back, pulling in an intermittent way that seemed in some way tied to his breathing.]

[A moment later and he was smearing both hands all the way down his face, and he knows he looks absolutely horrendous, and can only assume it will further Akira's bizarre interest in "knowing him", because the redness to his eyes and his face, the swelling of his eyes and the slight purpling of his jaw really only serves to make him look like a bullied toddler.] If Yongen has a drug store open at this hour, or sometime before Sakura gets here, I can hide the bruise. [He knows his way around a little concealer to hide bruises, because that's basically what under-eye circles amount to, and he had television appearances after far too many late nights or Metaverse trips that required a bit of cosmetic assistance.]