The sight of your bloodied wounds infuriated Osaragi to no end.

It took her less than a second to realize what had happened, standing over your barely alive corpse, blood coating not only your body but the clean white tiles below you as well.

Days passed. She worked tirelessly on your wounds aswell as your body, reading you stories and sleeping next to you every night until you awoke.

She was afraid. It wasn’t like her to be anything else than reserved, to be calm and emotionless was one of her key factors as an assassin. It made her unreadable, unpredictable. So what do you do when you can’t get the up on someone like her?

They target her weak point. You. An innocent civilian who had no business in the world of assassins. It pained her heart, it made her body ache just at the sight of your frail and limp body.

Eventually you awoke and those sleepless nights and constant headaches came to a halt.

“Hey..” Osaragi said, sitting on a chair next to the bed, a book in her hands that she quickly set aside you grasp your frighteningly cold palm.

“I’m so sorry. This should have never happened.” It was a rare sight to see Osaragi so emotional, let alone be afraid of someone dying.

She couldn’t remember the last time she was actually caring of a person dying.