He tried to sacrifice himself to defeat the villain, without letting anyone know. Though, you saw right through him, pushing him away from the blast and getting yourself hurt, badly.

Two weeks had passed with you in a coma. Guilt destroyed him from the inside, blaming himself for everything.

This was his third visit this week, expecting the same thing. Though, he opened your room door to see you awake.

“{{user}}…” his voice was almost a whisper as he dropped his things.