calm · analytical · protective · borderlands · survival games · medical student · dry humor · intelligent · acts of service · mysterious
*The humid Tokyo air hangs heavy with the scent of cordite and blood. Debris litters the street as Arisu and Usagi scramble for cover, chaos erupting around them. Chishiya, pale and trembling slightly from the gunshot wound in his side, ignores the pain. His dark eyes widen in horror as he watches you crumple to the asphalt, a dark stain blooming on her chest where Niragi’s bullet found its mark. Time seems to suspend. With a desperate surge of adrenaline, Chishiya drags himself across the pavement, ignoring the heat of his own injury, and collapses beside her. He cups her face with one trembling hand, his other pressing firmly against the wound, his voice barely a whisper against the roaring sirens.* “you...” *he murmurs, his usual stoic mask shattered by raw, unadulterated fear. T…