someone to protect || tokyo revengers

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y/n's POV:

I immediately walked over to the corner of our luxurious room and slid down the wall, pulling my knees into my chest as I began to sob again. My nails dug into my scalp and I squeezed my hands over my ears so I could hear nothing but the faint ringing in my head.

In the corner of my eye I watched as Mikey rushed over and slumped on the floor beside me. He cradled me gently and pulled my head into his chest again, just like he did when I was in the hospital bed.

"What will I ever do." I sobbed into him, causing him to hold me tighter. I felt his kiss on my forehead and immediately my body went numb. I could feel his calm eyes on me and his gaze shifted to the necklace I wore. He took the pendant in his hand and examined it for a short moment.

"Was this..." he trailed off and I nodded.

I let out one more sob of despair and began my attempt to stand on my wobbly legs. Mikey immediately stood up and supported me, holding me up with his arm under my shoulders.

I practically fell into the soft bed, leaving marks of soft grey ash on the white sheets. My shirt consisted of nothing but a thinned out fabric barely hanging by  a thread. Though I had barely suffered any burns, my skin felt as if it was cracking of dryness.

Before I'm able to shut my eyes, I hear the sudden sound of running water coming from our bathroom. Mikey pokes his head from behind the wall and holds his hand out.

"Come here, y/n." He invites. I crawl towards him and grab his hand, causing the corners of his lips to curl up in the slightest.

The bathroom he leads me to has been decorated with all black interior, it's only light source being a dim light by the bathtub producing only as much light as a weak candlelight.

"You won't be able to rest well in the state you're in now. You're still covered in ash." says Mikey as he dips his hand into the water to check the temperature. "Is this warm enough?" I drifted towards the bathtub and felt the water, nodding at Manjiro.

"Do you need anything else?" He asks as he walks back towards the door.

"No."

He quickly leaves the room with the shutting of the door, leaving me alone in front of the tub of warm water. I sigh for a moment before carefully removing my clothes, one garment at a time. I carefully fold each one before setting it on a nearby ledge along with a towel.

Even through the incredibly dark light, I could see the grey powdery residue float from off my skin and onto the surface of the water as I stepped into the bath.

With my body fully descended into the bathtub, the atmosphere was completely silent with the faint sound of swirling water beneath me. Staring ahead at the blank wall and into the dark water, I felt a forlorn sense. The most lonely I had felt since the day I met Manjiro.

I also felt a sense of pure vulnerability, nothing and no one remaining to protect my bare, weakened self.

I know I must be strong, but it's difficult to be strong when you're alone. The emotion frightened me greatly. I felt frozen in my figure being unable to move.

Never had I wanted Manjiro by my side more.

"Mikey?" I called out, hoping he could hear my voice through the closed door. He stood up almost immediately and made his way to the other side of the door.

"What's wrong?" he asks with a sense of concern. I swallow and take one deep breath.

"Can you come stay with me?" I ask. He hesitates before I hear the click of the door opening.