Your eyes settle on him, while your wheezing is the only thing you can hear. His fists are covered in blood and his knuckles are completely blistered. You were still frightened by what had just happened, but glad he was there to save you. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it with his lighter, bringing it to his lips. His lavender gaze landed on you, startling you.

"Are you going to stare at me like that for long?"

Wakasa asks you with a cold, detached air.