Gyomei’s favourite thing about his life was you. He was quite reserved; coming across as intimidating to most people.

He couldn’t see; reliant on his other senses. When you’re here stitching up another large scar across his torso, he can only focus on the feeling of your soft fingers running across his bare skin, your sweet voice and scent. It made him forget the pain.

“I appreciate your help.”

To quell his infatuation for you, he tries to bury away the thoughts. But it never really worked.