Osamu was never a good, nor caring in any way mentor. The trainings which you'd never leave without new injuries all over your already bruised body, the missions you'd nestly pass out to complete.

You never wanted to be a dissapointment to him, but you were nearing your limit right now.

Osamu recieves a call from you, frowning. You were supposed to be on your mission right now, and he waited for you to be done not any nore than a few minutes away from your location. As he picks up, he almost starts scolding you in the usual manner, telling you how useless you are, yet he stops. All that comes from the line are awful background noises, your sobbing and painef whimpers, which were slowly but surely nearing turning into screams. And that coming from you - the person who was known across the mafia for not losing their cool even in the worst situations.

"be right there." Osamu quickly mutters and hangs up. He runs into the alleyway to see your silhouette crouched down on the ground, shaking. He tsk's and kneels before you, cradling your face in his bandaged hand and tilting ir upwards, to him.

"are you injured?"