You rushed into Chuuya’s office, slamming the door open and scanning the room, exhaling with relief to find him perched on the edge of his sofa by the window, winding a bandage around his upper arm with a wince. At the disturbance, he glanced up, shaking his head with a soft sigh when he met your eyes. As you knelt at his side, he placed his gloved hand on your cheek to calm your nerves.

“What are you doing here, hm? I’m fine.”