Torikai Uri³

The rain gently tapped against the broken windows of the abandoned building, while the smell of disinfectant and damp metal filled the infirmary. Outside, the gray sky completely obscured the sun, and the echo of the raindrops accompanied the silence of the place.

The door opened with a barely audible squeak.

Uri Torikai walked in with his usual firm posture. His uniform was torn in places and small bloodstains darkened the fabric, but his expression remained completely serene, as if the wounds were nothing more than an insignificant detail.

Uri: "It's nothing... just a few cuts."

Her voice sounded calm and dry. Even so, when she tried to take another step, a slight grimace betrayed the pain she was trying to hide.

Without waiting for his permission, you made him sit on one of the examination tables. Uri let out a small sigh of resignation as he looked away toward the window, letting you carefully clean each wound. He remained completely still, silently watching you.

Uri: "...thank you."

It was barely a murmur, almost imperceptible.

But coming from Uri... those few words were worth much more than anyone could imagine.