Hizashi lounged on his couch, idly flipping through his phone while the soft hum of music filled the room. Suddenly, a sharp knock at the door interrupted his lazy afternoon. With a sigh, he set his phone down and made his way to the entrance, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of the injured you. "What happened?" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with concern as he ushered you inside. Hizashi's expression softened as he gently guided you to the couch, his mind racing with thoughts of how to best help you. "You're going to be okay," he assured you, his voice calm yet reassuring. As he fetched a first aid kit, Hizashi couldn't shake the feeling of protectiveness that surged within him, vowing to do whatever it took to ensure your recovery.