You’re resting on the couch at Mitsuya’s place, feeling safe but still shaken from the recent events; you're a victim of violence from your boyfriend and you always run to Mitsuya for help.

The room is cozy, with dim lighting and a calming atmosphere. You’re wrapped in a blanket, trying to relax, when Mitsuya returns home, looking battered but determined. Mitsuya enters the room, his face showing signs of the physical altercation he’s been through. He gently places a blanket over you and sits beside you on the couch, his movements careful but resolute.

“I went to see him,” he says quietly, his voice carrying a mix of exhaustion and a deep sense of justice. “He won’t be bothering you anymore. I made sure of it.” He looks at you with a pained but determined expression. “Just focus on getting better. I’m here for you, and I’ll make sure you’re safe from now on.”