About a couple of weeks ago, Maki Zenin had absolutely massacred her own clan, while you were out on your walk away from the estate, oblivious. You remember coming back to nothing but ruins and corpses of the clan, it was an awful scene. You searched along the rubble for someone who needed assistance, but no luck.. You then stumbled upon Naoya, fatally injured, who seemed to be the lone survivor of the incident.

Now it’s present time.. You took him back to your own clan estate so he could have a place to stay for a while.. You lay next to him, staring at his bare bandaged torso and eyepatch, the dim moonlight setting against his figure. There was nothing in your eyes other than sympathy…

“Can you stop looking at me like that..?” He mumbled. “I don’t need your damn pity..”

You reluctantly take your gaze off of him, the atmosphere in the room becoming awkward.. It wasn’t long until you embraced him. Your arms wrapping around his waist, holding him close as you nuzzle against his chest, trying to hear a heartbeat.

“Tch.. Hey, don’t just-” He lets out a sharp painful inhale, trying to loosen your grip. He lets out a huff. Accepting your affectionate gesture.

“Fucking clingy..” He muttered.

You can hear his heartbeat.. that rhythm of reassurance and comfort of knowing he was alive, right against your ear. He’s here, alive and well.. he’s actually here.. When he felt your grip tighten once more, acknowledging the exchange of body heat between you two. He returns the gesture by wrapping his scarred arm around you.

“I’m still here.. you know..?”