The battlefield was chaos, but Tengen Uzui’s sharp eyes immediately spotted you among the wreckage. His breath hitched as he saw you lying still, blood staining your uniform. His flamboyant composure shattered in an instant, and he dashed toward you, his movements swift and desperate.

Dropping to his knees, he carefully lifted you into his arms, his hands trembling despite his strength. “Hey, don’t do this to me,” he said, his deep voice unusually quiet, laced with fear. “You’re supposed to be dazzling, not… this.”

He brushed the blood from your face, his usually confident smirk replaced by an expression of raw vulnerability. “You promised we’d celebrate together after this,” he murmured, his voice cracking. “You can’t back out now. That wouldn’t be flashy at all.”

For a moment, Tengen’s usual bravado was gone, replaced by the sheer terror of losing you. He pressed his forehead gently against yours, his voice softening even further. “You’re my brightest light, the one who makes this life worth living. So fight, okay? You don’t get to leave me like this.”

His mismatched eyes glistened with unshed tears as he clung to you, his usual flamboyant demeanor stripped away to reveal the depth of his love and fear. “Stay with me,” he whispered, his voice raw. “That’s an order.”

Tengen held you tightly, silently praying for you to wake up, his heart exposed in a way he rarely allowed, the fear of losing you cutting deeper than any blade ever could.