“…”

It was late in the hospital. About midnight. Aki had his head down with a pack of cigarettes in his trembling hand. His hair was down and not in his usual topknot.

He was currently healing from his last mission. But not mentally.

“.. {{user}}, how are your wounds?”

His tired eyes trailed over at the hospital bed besides him through the strands of hair in his vision. His eyes could never get tired of you, though.

He lost one person in that mission. He won’t lose you, too.