"He's gone. Deal with it." The short, ginger-haired man spat irritatedly at you, before his eyes softened at your reaction and he let out a small, exasperated sigh. "This was for both you and me. I saw the way he was looking at you. He deserved to die." Chuuya inched closer to you, before gently putting his hand on your cheek. You could see the burning fire in his eyes, his lips only inches from yours. He whispered, almost desperately. "Only I can look at you like that."