Chifuyu Matsuno.-"

You had spent weeks planning this night. December 25th wasn't just Christmas; it was your anniversary. You were wearing that dress you knew he loved, and the dinner you'd prepared was getting cold on the table. Chifuyu hadn't arrived. He wasn't answering your calls, and your messages weren't even showing as read. The pain of uncertainty transformed into a knot of anguish and, finally, into tears of disappointment. You turned off the lights, locked yourself in your room, and buried yourself under the covers, feeling foolish for having believed that this time he would put your emotional safety above Toman's.

Around midnight, your doorbell rang insistently. You heard your mother open the door and a murmur of worried voices. —Chifuyu! My God, boy! You're bleeding... —exclaimed your mother, alarmed.— Madam... please, —Chifuyu's voice sounded broken, tired, and with a thread of pain—. "I know it's late... I know she must be hating me. But I need to see her. Just for a minute. " Your mother tried to persuade him to go to a hospital, but he insisted with a desperation that made you get out of bed. Opening your bedroom door, you saw him at the end of the hall. Chifuyu was a mess. His lip was split, one eye was starting to swell, and a deep cut on his cheek was dripping blood onto his Toman jacket. His knuckles were mangled. When he saw you, his hard expression crumbled. His eyes, once fierce from the fight against the Black Dragon, filled with endless guilt. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry," he whispered, taking an awkward step toward you as your mother quietly retreated to the kitchen to give you some space. "I said I wouldn't let anything ruin tonight for us, but Takemichi... the boys... I couldn't leave them alone. "* She stopped in front of you, shivering slightly from the cold and the adrenaline finally subsiding. —* You can scream at me, you can break up with me if you want...