Requested by: AikoPotatozz
...Im so sorry! It's short and not that angstyyyy sorry! Also, it took too long!!!

I'm really sorry!

Now playing: Bubblegum by Clairo

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(Y/N) looked to where Baji stood, surprise that he even had the strength to stand up.

The Toman versus Valhalla clash started earlier and she thought they were winning. She was greatly disappointed by the next events though, although still thankful that she can still stand up and fight.

Toman sure was rough, she thought.

Hanma didn't want her to join the clash between the two gangs but she persisted, telling him that she can do it. They had a talk last night, only the both of them. He made it clear that he didn't want her to join but yet, she did.

Although he was surprised at himself for even caring about her, he paid no mind to it.

For him, she's nothing more than a gang member.

At least, that's what he made himself believe.

(Y/N) scanned the area of the fight as best as she could, trying to find her superior. A sharp gasp emitted from her once she felt a sharp pain on her side, eyes widening.

She looked at it and saw Choji holding a knife, the other end embedded inside her torso.

She immediately punched him in the face for that, going away from him as far as she could in that moment. Mikey was now beating up Kazutora and so far, no one saw her bleeding just yet. She stifled her scream as she pulled the knife out, blood gushing from her wound.

She struggled to stand up, worn out from the fight and now bleeding from a stab wound. The said wound felt as if it's burning, making her think that Choji had put something in it.

Hanma on the other hand, he sensed something but paid no mind to it. His eyes scanned the area for a particular subordinate of his, not even knowing why. He eventually saw her, standing in the back of the crowd with one of her hands on her waist, the other ruffling her hair.

He smirked.

Surely, she didn't get taken down. Of course she didn't.

But once her eyes landed on his, he furrowed his brows. She smiled at him, eyes half-lidded. Only did he notice her taking short breaths.

He saw something beside her gleaming in the sun, the other end covered in blood. His smile wavered as he saw her fall down on her knees as he dashed to her at once. He didn't know why he was worried, he didn't know why he cares about her so much.

But when he saw her eyes closed and slow breathing, he didn't hesitate to carry her bridal style. He paid no mind to the curious looks of his gang members and some from Toman who had questioning faces. He didn't mind, even though they now know she's a girl.

Even the guest onlookers were wondering as to what he was doing.

They heard police sirens nearby as the fight came to an end and before anyone could flee from the scene, they saw Hanma on his motorcycle with the lady in front of him, one hand on her waist, pushing her closer to him while using the other one to drive.

He kept a proud face, knowing that she won't die this way. She always kept on saying she won't die that easily so that somehow assured him in a way.

Only if he was right.

He kept on driving to the way to the hospital, not minding his own injuries as he focused on getting her to safety. He felt something cold on his arm and he slowed down a bit, looking at her.

"...Stop.."

He paid no mind to her as he continued driving, face serious.

"Oi..." she called out, trying to get his attention. "Never thought you'd actually worry about me this much... I'm sorry."

"What are you talking about? I'm not just gonna let our best fighter to end like this..." he trailed off, looking at her and smirking.

'That's right... Make her believe you're not worried.'

"Hanma-san, it's fine. Really. You can let me go now." the female spoke.

He didn't mind the words she said, only how she said it. It sure sounds like she's giving up.

"Shut it. We're near the hospital now." he retorted.

"Hanma-san, please, it's no use now. I don't know why but... But I think I'm dying.." the girl chuckled.

He just scoffed at her words.

"I don't even know why you're doing this for me anyways." she started. "Look, you're jacket's all messed up now."

"Shut up (L/N). I told you I'm only doing this for you cause you're one of our best fighters." he answered.

"Even you didn't go to such extremes for the others." she stated, smiling.

He smirked at her remark before tightening his grip on her waist, never wanting her to let go. She looked at his reflection on the side mirror as she yawned, vision blurring a bit.

"I'm tired."

Two people were pronounced dead that day, results of a gang clash.

Hanma smoked outside of the hospital, being in there for a few hours now. He never knew why he cared so much about her, or why he felt as though something's missing now.

He received a call from Kisaki earlier telling him that it's better off this way, since he was getting attached to her and it was throwing him off. He told him that the knife Choji used was coated with something, given by Kisaki.

Suffice to say that Kisaki really wanted (Y/N) gone.

He blew out a puff of smoke as he turned around, wanting to go back inside the hospital to see her for the last time.

Dang it ended up shitty...