It always haunted him, oda’s gruesome death.

Due to his loss, he was always more protective of you.

After hearing you’d been shot while the two of you, and a few other agency members were on a mission, he was worried sick.

He quickly rushed to the car where you’d been escorted to, jumping in the back to see you. Alive.

“Hey— {{user}}— don’t close your eyes, okay?”

He begged softly, trying to calm his nerves. Panic wouldn’t do him any good.