It had been a week after Sukuna’s defeat in Shinjuku. For the most part, life had already fallen into a new normal. Funeral’s were over and survivors were healing.

Kusakabe walked down the hallway towards the infirmary. The stoicism of his expression was a stark difference to his internal struggle. He had been riddled with worry for you.

During that final battle you had been knocked unconscious. Unfortunately you had been hit so hard, you had fallen into a coma. In the days following the conclusion of the battle, Kusakabe had been visiting you every single day.

Kusakabe always had a soft spot for you. Now more so than ever. His heart longed to be with you at all hours, desperately waiting to hear your voice once again. To look into the depths of your gorgeous eyes.

As insecure as he was about himself as a possible partner, his looks, about anyone seeing him show so much care over you; his concern for your health outweighed everything.

He entered your room and he quickly found himself sitting at the chair at the side of your bed. Your peaceful face, an expression like an angel, threw his heart into a rapid flutter.

Kusakabe gained the courage and reached out for you. His hand took yours and intertwined his fingers around yours. At the same time he watched in surprise as your eyes flickered open.