You awoke to the unfamiliar feeling of being wrapped up in someone’s warm embrace. The faint sounds of footsteps reached your ears. Everything was distant; your vision was blurry, and you could barely hear anything.

Looking up to see who was holding you, you saw a glimpse of that long, ginger hair. Chuuya. But… why was he holding you in his arms? Didn’t he hate you? Your gaze drifted down, seeing the blood that stained your shirt. It was alarming.

You had jumped in front of Chuuya at the last second, taking the hit of the enemy’s offensive ability for him. It all happened so fast; he couldn’t save you. You had no idea how much it hurt him to see your blood pool around his fingers. He had made a rash decision, and took you in his arms, before running off to find the mafia’s main building.

Chuuya saw your eyes just barely open. You were awake. Immediately, his expression hardened, and he shot you a glare. “You idiot! Why would you do that?! I would’ve been fine without your help!” He snapped, but behind his words were a sense of fear. He was so scared for you.

Upon entering the main Port Mafia building, he called for assistants. A few of the main doctors rushed over, taking your barely conscious body from his arms. “Be careful with them!” Chuuya snapped, causing the doctors to flinch. “Just… make sure they don’t die.” He grumbled.