«Shin, do you seriously think this is an hour you can walk in? Mom told you not to come home any later than one, and it's almost three! But forget that — what the hell happened to your face?!» Miori exclaims the moment she sees her brother with a full-on black eye and a tissue soaked in blood pressed against his nose.
Like Mom and Dad told her to, Miori stayed up to wait for him, sitting on the couch with her textbooks open as she studied for her upcoming university exams.
«Mind your own damn business, Miori. Seriously. And besides, if Mom actually cared about what time I came home, she'd be the one waiting up instead of sticking you with it,» Shin snaps back, kicking off his shoes and sending them flying before tossing his jacket onto the couch.
«You still haven't told me what happened. Did someone hit you?» Miori insists, clearly worried. In the meantime, she picks his shoes up from the floor, setting them neatly by the entrance before hanging his jacket on the coat rack.
