Steward Of Idols (Hololive x Male OC)

Welcome To Your New Role

Sorry I took long with this chapter been busy with life. Hope you enjoy this chapter.

Slowly, I emerged from the depths of unconsciousness. My eyes fluttered open, attempting to make sense of the blurred and indistinct surroundings where shapes and sounds blended into an otherworldly harmony. I realized I was in a room, reclining on a bed bathed in the soft glow of dim white lights.

I couldn't resist glancing down at my sweater to confirm whether last night's events were real or a result of being spiked. The pain from the scar served as evidence that it was all real, as I noticed my torn sweater now concealed under layers of white bandages wrapped around my chest. I pondered the origin of these bandages.

The beeping of an IV machine connected to my right side jolted me from my thoughts. Wires trailed from my arm. The room was an unusual combination of a hospital and an office, complete with white walls and an eye chart. Unfamiliar as it was, the place emanated a strange sense of safety yet felt peculiar.

As my senses gradually sharpened, I became aware of voices murmuring nearby, their tones hushed yet tinged with urgency. Slowly, the events of the alleyway flooded back into my consciousness. The fight in the alleyway or lack of effort from my part...

I can still feel metallic claws Sagittarius swiping me and his robotic voice calling me a traitor. Just who was the detective rushing and hugging Gura and what was her connection with Cover Crop?

Struggling to sit up, I scanned the room for familiar faces through the haze of my disorientation. In the doorway, a familiar blue shape rushed toward me before leaping on top of me, sending a wave of pain through my body and eliciting a grunt as I fell back from the force of the blue rocket.

"What the... Gura?" I mumbled weakly, unable to lift myself from the bed as the blue rocket continued to squirm on top of me. As my vision adjusted to the light, the blue shape became clearer, and I realized it was Gura.

"Kevin! You're awake!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of relief and concern. "Oh, I was so worried about you. I thought... I thought I'd lost you."

I felt Gura's tears as she buried her head under my chest, hugging me. Her grip intensified the pain of my wounds with her small form's surprising strength. Despite the throbbing pain in my chest, I could feel her trembling against me, clinging as if she feared I might disappear.

"Hey Sharky, I'm okay," you assured her, managing a weak smile despite the ache in your body. I saw Gura's sapphire eyes staring up, tears slowly streaming down, dampening her shark hoodie.

Gura pulled back slightly, her sapphire eyes searching yours for any sign of deceit. "You promise?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, still clinging on, leaving no room to breathe.

"Yea, I good just tired" As I play with the fiddle with the shark brushing away a strand of hair away from her face. "I promise," you replied, sincerity lacing your words. "I'm not going anywhere."

Gura's eyes softened with a mixture of relief and gratitude at your words. She seemed to draw grin little more from head rub.

"I'm just glad you're okay," she murmured, her voice muffled as she leaned into your touch. "I wasn't strong enough to protect you..." Her voice faded, leaving the unspoken fear hanging in the air between you.

"Hey, don't stress about what could have been. What matters is that I'm here now," I managed to say, finally regaining some strength in my voice. The slight hum of machinery seemed to fade until a cough made her presence known.

We both turned sharply toward the sound. It was the blonde-haired detective who appeared uncomfortable just looking at Gura getting a head rub; her face contorted as if she had just bitten into a lemon. I realized she looked like someone who stepped out of the Roaring '20s with that coat.