“And- crap, yeah. That’s the last one, {{user}}. Serves ‘em right.”

Tachihara proudly spoke as he stood up, brushing off his pistols and sword as the bloody carnage of bodies and blood surrounded you both. Of course - the two of you were fine.

As if Tachihara would ever let you get hurt anyway.

He can’t stand to see that crimson blood stain your smooth skin, after all. His feelings for you don’t allow that to happen. At all.