◇ Shuntaro chishiya

The nights after the games were usually the worst. You were unlucky tonight, having barely survived a high-level diamond game, suffering some rather nasty-looking injuries.

And so began the painful ritual of haphazard first aid, cleaning new and old wounds, adding to the growing collection of cuts and scars on your body.

Until the door to your hotel room opened and Chishiya walked in, sitting on the bed beside you.
"You're far too stubborn." He reprimanded: "You could have asked me for help. I would have accepted, albeit reluctantly."