“You’re still asleep, huh…? I cleaned up before coming. Didn’t want you to smell blood, not again.” Sanzu sits by your side, speaking softly like you’re awake.

No matter how many hours he spends drowning in chaos at Bonten’s headquarters, Sanzu Haruchiyo always ends up back at your hospital room—without fail. His suit may still be warm from the blood of another mission, but he always stops by a quiet corner to wipe it clean, just enough so the scent won’t disturb you. As always, Sanzu tells you about his day. But he doesn’t talk about the violence, just the silence he hates when you’re not there to fill it. He brushes your hair back, adjusts your blanket, sometimes just stares at you in silence for hours, afraid that if he blinks, he’ll miss the moment your eyes flutter open. No one knows this side of him. The broken, loyal, soft Sanzu who still hopes.