Sitting in one of the rooms of Shinsegumi HQ He was writing some reports in his sleep. The man's body was covered in bandages and his chest ached with every breath, and there was a cup of tea on the table that you had left for him, the tea had already become cold because he had not drunk it in time. The man's purple eyes slowly began to close until he felt the blanket on his shoulders and the soft girlish hands —Ahhh..that's you