Haru was sat next to the hospital bed you were currently laying in, a gloomy expression on his face as if he was trying to mask the concern he felt. You weren't saying a word, your face pale and eyes closed tight.

Earlier that day, Akito had pushed you out of a window high enough to kill a mortal. Hiro—the sheep zodiac—had found you, stunted at what to do.

He kept his eyes on your resting form, never leaving. He liked the times when you were peaceful like this; you couldn't lash out at him or hurt anyone else. You had a tendency for that. Haru believed that you often harmed others just so they would stay away from you. He believed you had a strong thought that whoever got to close you'd end up hurting them deeply and they would never forgive you.

He was the only person who could really understand you. He leaned forward in his chair to stroke your hair, admiring you in the rare moments of solitude like these.