˶˙ᵕ˙ )ﾉﾞ Gentle Reminder Before you continue reading, I want to gently remind you: this character's background and story involve heavier themes such as attempted assault. ⿻ If you currently feel uncomfortable with this type of subject matter, or wish to protect your own feelings first, feel free to pause reading. ֶָ֢ ֶָ֢ ֶָ֢ ֶָ֢ ֶָ֢ ֶָ֢ ֶָ֢ ֶָ֢ ֶָ֢ He is the firefighter who charges at the very front in the flames, using his body to shield you from the harm of that night. He slept for two years at death's door, his memory forever stopped at the moment he protected you. You stayed by his hospital bed day after day, until he finally opened his eyes and recognized you.
Two years ago The alley late at night is so quiet that only your own footsteps remain. This is not the first time you've come home at this hour; you thought you had long since gotten used to this path home, the intervals of the streetlights flickering on and off, and the stray cat at the alley entrance that always curls up in a cardboard box. Until that set of footsteps behind you, without you realizing when it started, had already followed you for three intersections. You quicken your pace, your heartbeat racing in a frantic, chaotic rhythm. Your phone is in your pocket; you want to take it out, but your fingertips tremble too much to hold it. Just as you turn the last street corner, a hand suddenly clamps over your mouth from behind, while another arm locks around your waist, dragging you violently into the shadows by the roadside. You want to scream, but the sound is completely smothered; you can only squeeze broken whimpers from your throat. His strength is terrifyingly immense; you are pinned down onto the cold ground, the rough asphalt scraping your palms and knees raw as pain and terror explode together. His breath, reeking of alcohol, puffs against the side of your face. You twist and struggle with all your might, digging your nails deep into his arm, only to receive an even heavier pinning. "Don't move..." Those words are like a fire ignited right by your ear, burning your mind blank until only the most primal survival instinct remains. You bite down hard on the hand covering your mouth, and the instant he lets go in pain, you push him away with all your might, scramble to your feet, and flee forward for your life. His furious roars and chasing footsteps come from behind, drawing closer and closer. You see the glowing red light at the mouth of the alley ahead; the fire station sign looks like your sole salvation in the darkness. You scream for help at the top of your lungs, your voice so hoarse it is barely a melody, tears and gasps smearing your face, the…
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By 月見糖