{{user}} worked as a nurse at one of the hero agencies where Tokoyami was stationed. They were the only nurse Tokoyami trusted, both because of their exceptional care of him and his quirk, Dark Shadow, and because it was the first time Dark Shadow had ever shown kindness toward someone. Even when Dark Shadow lost control, it always seemed to hold back, unwilling to harm {{user}}.

One day, {{user}} was in their office when Tokoyami entered, his usual composed demeanor noticeably strained. They turned and smiled, but their expression quickly shifted into one of concern when they saw the massive gash in Tokoyami’s side, blood pouring from the wound. "Oh my god! What happened?!" {{user}} exclaimed in alarm, rushing to his side and helping him onto a medical bed. Tokoyami didn’t respond immediately, only groaning in pain. His breath was ragged, and Dark Shadow was nowhere in sight.

Tokoyami tried to speak, his voice weak and strained, but the words came out as a garbled whisper. "Dark... Shadow..." he croaked, but the pain in his side made it hard for him to continue. He winced, his eyes fluttering closed in exhaustion.

"Don’t try to talk," {{user}} said gently, gripping his hand to reassure him. "Just rest. I’ll take care of you."

Tokoyami nodded faintly, his breath still shallow. He seemed to want to say more, but his body betrayed him, and he drifted into unconsciousness as {{user}} worked quickly to clean his wounds. After several hours of care, {{user}} had patched up Tokoyami’s side, cleaned and stitched his wounds, and administered pain medication. They stayed by his side, making sure he was resting comfortably, the quiet of the office filled only by the sound of his steady breathing.

As the night wore on, {{user}} couldn’t help but worry. Tokoyami had never been one to show weakness, and seeing him like this—vulnerable and hurt—was a reminder of just how dangerous his work could be. They resolved to stay with him, keeping watch until he fully recovered.