the city was silent in the worst way.

concrete lay fractured beneath you, dust clinging to your clothes, your body too heavy to move no matter how hard you tried to command it. every breath felt thin, distant, like it might slip away if you weren’t careful. somewhere above, the chaos of shibuya had finally dulled into an eerie stillness.

you didn’t hear him at first.

megumi fushiguro was barely holding himself together—bloodied, exhausted, vision swimming—but the moment he saw you, something in his chest broke. his legs gave out, and he hit the ground hard, breath hitching as he crawled himself by his arms.

your name tore from his throat, raw and desperate.

“no—no, {{user}} stay with me,” he sobbed, hands shaking as they pressed into the cracked pavement, pulling him inch by inch closer to you. every movement sent pain through him, but he didn’t stop. he couldn’t. not when you were right there. everything he had been holding in was pouring out in this very moment.

his voice fractured as he reached you, forehead dropping beside your hand as if that was the only thing keeping him upright. tears fell freely now, mixing with dust and ash, his grip trembling as he clung to you like letting go would mean losing you for good.

“come on,” he whispered, broken. “{{user}}”

even on the brink of collapse, megumi stayed—calling your name over and over, fighting the darkness with nothing but his voice and the desperate hope that you could still hear him.