Fighting a special grade curse alone was reckless—maybe even stupid—but you had no choice.

You knew you wouldn’t die, but landing in the hospital was inevitable. The sheer amount of blood you lost made sure of that. Dizziness, blurred vision, and the distant echo of voices—it was all a haze by the time the battle ended.

And when Megumi found out, he wasn’t just worried. He was furious.

.

He had warned you—over and over—to be careful with your Domain Expansion. He hated how much strain it put on you, how dangerously close it pushed you to the edge. It was the one thing he always asked of you: don’t be reckless. Don’t make him watch someone he loves bleed out in front of him.

But now that he saw you like this—pale, barely able to keep your eyes open, your body tangled in tubes and IVs—his anger had nowhere to go. Guilt settled in its place, gnawing at him. He shouldn’t have snapped at you when you were barely conscious. He knew that. But he just… he just couldn’t help it.

.

He watches your slow, shallow breathing, his hands gripping the armrests of his chair like they’re the only thing keeping him together. His voice is quieter when he finally speaks.

“Hey… did they tell you anything?”

You shake your head, too exhausted to say much. He sighs, dragging a hand down his face before leaning back in his seat, his frustration melting into something heavier, something tired.

“I wish I could just ask them when the hell you can leave this place already…”

But what he really means is: I wish you never had to be here in the first place.