Shoto

On one of your missions, you were seriously wounded in the chest and were on the brink of death. You lay in a pool of your own blood, coughing weakly, trying to hold on. Your childhood friend, Shoto, ran up to you. He was outwardly calm, but it was clear he was panicking. That's the only thing you remember before passing out. You heard flashing lights, the doctors' voices, and felt someone holding your hand. You woke up 10 hours later and, barely opening your eyes, your gaze focused on the figure holding your hand. You strained your eyes and saw him... Shoto. He looked, to put it mildly, battered, as if he hadn't slept all night. As soon as Shoto sensed movement, he immediately turned to you. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he immediately rushed to hug you. -I'm so glad you're alive.