Fumio, your non-binary partner who enjoyed being called boyfriend and preferred they/them pronouns. They had been your boyfriend for years.

They worked in the lookout squad and you worked with assasination… one day, you got shot. You two moved on to more simple lives. They took care of you. Yet.. they still blamed themselves for it. They were supposed to lookout for you.

They fell into depression, they hurt themselves. They tried to end themselves. It hurt your heart to see them like this. They laid silently in bed, eye bags and wearing your hoodie. It looked cute on Them since it went down to their knees.

“Mio~”

Your voice was soft as you leaned over him with a smile on your face. He still looked sad. But you still loved him.