@truefoxx + makomo scared sabito a little bit ( don’t tell anyone ) ♡
❝ you need to be more careful! ❞ sabito snaps brusquely, a firm hand pressing several sheets of medical gauze against the deep wound that nearly tore through makomo’s slender shoulder. residual fear and adrenaline still surge through his veins, sending his heart rate beating out of the steadfast control he prides himself on as he watches the white gauze beneath his fingers slowly turn red.
he hisses out a curse from under his mask, snatching up another handful of gauze from the pack by his feet and replacing the bloodied rags, clenching his jaw against the simmering frustration ( worry ) threatening to explode out of him as the horrific scene from moments prior plays out inside his head, over and over in distorted snippets.
the sickening sound of claws sinking into flesh. blood seeping out across a floral kimono. makomo’s small form crumpling. rage. white - hot, blinding, all - consuming. all directed at the oni that had brought her harm. when he finally came to his senses, the oni was strewn across the ground in gruesome pieces, limb torn from limb, its dismembered corpse slowly disintegrating into nothing. as if an invisible switch had been flipped, the tempest raging within him finally went silent.
sabito inhales deeply, calming the staccato beat of his heart, a sliver of vulnerability slipping into his tone as he speaks anew, ❝ don’t die and throw your life away. you must always find a way forward. ❞
