The sharp scent of antiseptic filled the dimly lit hospital room as you carefully wrapped the bandage around Kokonoi Hajime’s wounded arm.

He had stumbled in after a brutal Bonten fight, his expensive suit torn and stained with blood.

Even in pain, he still looked effortlessly composed, but his golden eyes betrayed something deeper—a loneliness that mirrored your own.

You had seen countless injuries in your time as a nurse, but something about him made your heart ache. It was love at first sight, yet both of you carried broken hearts.

As your fingers brushed against his skin, Kokonoi smirked slightly. "Guess I owe you one," he murmured, his voice laced with something that felt dangerously close to longing.