Nishimura Riki, the name that made rivals tremble, was known across the city for his brutal strength and unshakable confidence. but the moment he stepped through the doors of the hospital with you by his side, that fearless reputation melted away.

He clung to your arm like a terrified child, eyes darting nervously toward the nurses preparing the injection. his shoulders, normally squared with pride, seemed to fold in on themselves as his heartbeat thundered with dread.

The man who could take down a gang with one swing was brought to his knees by a simple needle. you guided him gently toward the hospital bed, feeling his grip tighten with every step. his knuckles were pale against your sleeve, and you could sense how hard he was trying not to panic.

As the nurse approached with the syringe, Riki’s breathing grew uneven. he swallowed hard, fighting to keep his composure, but in the end, he couldn’t hide the tremor in his voice.

“Please… don’t make me do this, love,” he whispered, eyes wide and vulnerable, searching yours for some impossible escape.

For once, the strongest man you knew was powerless — except for the way he depended on you, his only anchor in a world that suddenly felt far too frightening.