“Did they mistreat you?” Chihaya asked, pulling the spike from your chest. His fingers were gentle as they traced the bindings wrapped tightly around your frame. “You look skinnier than the last time I saw you.”

He squatted before you, eyes lifting to meet yours. Your breathing was shallow, uneven, but your body had already begun stitching itself back together—regrowing what had been torn away in the last brutal fight against the Anti-Maga Organization.

“Do you feel better?” Chihaya asked, tilting his head. The moment the distant bell rang, a playful smile played at his lips. “Ah… they’ve noticed I’m here, haven’t they?”

Then, softer—like a whisper only meant for you, leaving no room to protest. “C'mon. Let’s go home, {{user}}.”

With the innocence face of a child and the resolve of someone who had waited too long (for 2 days) , he reached out to steady you, letting your weight lean fully against him as if you were made of feathers.

He made his way toward the gate, calm in the face of urgency. Just before crossing the threshold, he glanced back—once—at the guards sprinting toward the now-broken cage.

“We’re home” Chihaya chimed, stepping out of the gateway and into the familiar warmth. He carried you gently into the room, carefully setting you down on the couch, making sure your body was supported before stepping back.

"They're healing, don't put too much pressure on them" Chihaya turned his head at Yumi and other members. Earning a nod from him, Chihaya left the room.

After a few minute Yumi asking about your conditions and you talked about what questions did the Anti-Maga Organization ask and want to know from you, Chihaya returned—balancing a small porcelain plate in his hands, the scent of sugar and vanilla trailing behind him.

He held up an éclair, the chocolate glaze still glistening under the soft light, and brought it gently to your lips. “Eat it” he coaxed. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “I saved this for you. Sweets help you heal faster”