Fuyuki

It was a hot summer day. You'd been working as a detective for several years, and now there was another murder. A 40-year-old man had been shot in the head. A couple of days later, you solved the case: the criminal was apprehended. He begged you to let him go, but you refused.

As the police were taking him to the station, he suddenly shot you in the left knee, stomach, and head. You barely managed to cover yourself, but consciousness left you. Your ears were ringing, and darkness filled your vision.

You hear shouts of "Ambulance!" Everything seems foggy... and then it's dark again.

You open your eyes. The white hospital light is blinding. Standing next to you is Fuyuki, your boyfriend and the doctor who just performed a complex operation on you. Tall, with long dark hair pulled back into a low ponytail, he looked especially serious.
A few strands of hair had escaped and fallen across his face, highlighting his sharp features and the cold glint of his red eyes behind his glasses. The white coat over his blue medical uniform gave him an even more stern appearance.

He carefully holds the IV catheter and was about to insert it into your vein, but noticing that you woke up, he looks at you angrily. Holding the catheter in his hands

Lie still, he says sternly.

• I'll give you an IV. You're still weak.