Savior • Manjiro Sano

＊✿ 005

An hour later,
Nighttime,
Manjiro's penthouse
His bedroom...

Third Person's POV

Manjiro squeezed (Y/n)'s hand in his gently as he watched her sleeping, her chest heaving up and down. She had fallen asleep soundly as soon as he set her down in his bed. Though, her temperature remained the same.

He did everything he could to drop the temperature. He placed a wet towel on her forehead. Now, he needed to patiently wait for her to wake up and then give her the necessary medication.

Haruchiyo was leaning against the wall, observing his boss and the mysterious woman he brought home. The loyal subordinate never foresaw the day Manjiro associated himself with a woman would come.

For the entirety of the time he served Manjiro, the leader of Bonten had never shown any interest in women. Even when they went to strip club for meetings with clients, Manjiro refused to touch the thirsty women who lusted over him.

He called them disgusting b*tches most of the time. Those words always managed to shut up those prostitutes.

"If you want to ask something, go ahead." The pale-haired man permitted, snapping Haruchiyo out of his train of thoughts. He coughed lightly before asking,

"This woman... Who is she?"

Manjiro was caught off guard by his question. He stayed quiet for several seconds, processing Haruchiyo's question in his brain. ' Did he forget...? Never mind that.'

"...my savior. I owe my life to her." Manjiro calmly answered , bringing her hand close to his lips. He pressed a soft kiss on the back of her hand.

"If not because of her, I wouldn't be here, Sanzu. So treat her with your utmost respect, just like how you treat me." The Number 1 Bonten member demanded, earning an earnest not from his trustworthy underling.

"I will, Mikey." Haruchiyo didn't object nor did he feel burdened by his boss' order. He was more than willing to obey it.

(Y/n)'s eyelashes suddenly started fluttering, alarming Manjiro and Haruchiyo. "Sanzu, get the medicine and a glass of water in the kitchen."

"Yes, sir." Haruchiyo immediately exited the bedroom and headed over to the kitchen. Manjiro rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb, chewing on his bottom lip.

' Before I knew it, I ended up bringing her to my place.. What am I doing? It is not safe for her to be with me....right?' He was conflicted. He was in dilemma.

His desire to stay by (Y/n)'s side, to touch her and to feel her warmth again, to see her smile and hear her laughter, were burning passionately. Yet there was a tinge of anxiety within him. The doubt that swelled from the thought of putting her life in danger, due to his current status and job.