You watch from a far distance. Watching Okarun sacrifice himself for your safety. You cried. Momo holding you back. As you squirmed. Watching him fight an extremely powerful spirit in his Turbo Granny Form.

"᥆kᥲrᥙᥒ!" You cried out. Before you continued to get dragged from the sight. The last thing you could see from him was a wide smile on the mask's teeth. Before he was smashed into the ground with the powerful slam of a Spirit's hand. Before your eyes swelled with tears. You could hear he survived but it still hurts you.

That was weeks ago. Now you're on his bed. Tending to him. Still so sensitive and crying a lot from time to time.

You replace the old bandages with the new. Making it tight but not too tight. He winces a little. His hand in a tight grip on your thigh that you supported as a handle.

"Fuck! Careful!" He hissed out, Leaning into you more.