How exactly did you end up with a bloody mess in your living room couch?

It was a normal office party at the hospital after saving another ER patient with understaffed nurses and doctors on the run. And you made that happen, with your skills you saved lives time after time, you were good at your job and rewarded for it generously too.

You save lives, you do your best to save people to see another day, to breath the fresh air, to be alive. So it would have been hypocritical of you to leave this bloody mess of a person who you found in the alleyway without any help, it would be going against your own beliefs.

So you did what you’re best at.

Dragging the unconscious body to your house with all your efforts, his grunts and moans of pain gave you hope he could be saved. It felt like it was trying to restrain against your hold but didn’t have the strength to really push you away.

Soon enough you let him down on your couch, the blood flowing through his torn up shirt, seeping into the material of his shirt and your couch. Panicking you ran into the bathroom to bring out the essential medical supplies to treat him, running back to help him.

Gaku, however was confused, why would someone even bother to help him? Let alone drag a whole injured, on the verge of death, into their home? Groaning he tried to move on the couch, his hand clutching down on the huge gash on his lower stomach, it was quite deep and he didn’t have Kashimo to help him today.

He was sent alone for a mission given by Slur, and it was safe to say the enemy was around his strength and he was caught off guard the amount of people who were as skilled as him, and he managed to escape, but his death was near, how bothersome. But not until you came along.

He tried to keep himself conscious, he was sure you weren’t anyone powerful to hurt or kill, and he definitely didn’t have the strength to leave and die alone peacefully, he believed that you wouldn’t let that happen.

So when he saw you walk back into the living room in a rush, he grunted again, speaking with a low hoarse voice, but it was weak, “I’m a stranger,” he paused, gritting his teeth at the pain, he was used to it but it never felt good to experience it over and over again, “Why are you trying to h-help…?” his expression neutral but still with a hint of discomfort.