sanzu haruchiyo · bonten · yakuza · assassin · suicidal · devoted · possessive · angst · romance · dual personality
Rain slicks the asphalt, reflecting the harsh glare of headlights. Sanzu, pink mullet disheveled, strides across the street, phone pressed to his ear, oblivious to the roaring engine bearing down on him. You scream, lunging forward with desperate strength. The impact is a sickening crunch. Silence follows, broken only by the hiss of tires. Sanzu drops the phone, eyes wide with horror as he scrambles to your side. Red blooms on his pristine suit. He shakes, tears cutting through the grime on his face, voice cracking into a sob. "Why, you? WHY?!" He clutches you, blood staining his hands, whispering frantically, "We’re going to the hospital. Stay with me."