For someone with a temper, Chuuya managed to keep it under wraps most of the time. But not today, not this time.

The blood of the people who took you stained his face, hands, clothes. He was holding onto you like his life depended on it, some of the blood getting on you in return.

You were taken hostage a while ago, but Chuuya finally found you. And he fucking massacred the people who took you from him. After all, you were his enemy. No one else’s.