Sail / haruto & iwatooshi
It still itched, since he last thought about it. He wondered how long it would itch. What was it caused by anyway? Occasionally it would light up, saying something about “D2″, and a small pain would follow, but nothing too bad. He couldn’t figure out what that meant though.
He wasn’t the only one in this city with a scar like that one, though. He was seemingly the only one who had itched it raw because he had poor impulse control. Iwatooshi really needed someone here to help.
As he wandered the park, holding his wrist in his other hand to see if he could stop the itching, or at least prevent himself from itching it, he saw another scar---or, well, another person with the scar.
And, as anyone with poor impulse control would do, he ran over to him, cloak billowing behind him. It was only a short distance, but he sprinted.
“Do you...” he gasped, holding out his wrist. “Do you know why this is like this? Why is it so damn itchy?! Huh?”