Daichi had a very peaceful few days without Shuhei. To expedite his recuperation, lovely nurses took turns tending to him and bringing him bone marrow soup each day.
Daichi cracks jokes and teases the young nurses from time to time. Daichi also becomes popular among the nurses. Daichi enjoyed his days at the hospital just as much because he felt appreciated and his chunibyo attitude returned.
Daichi, on the other hand, became gloomy and fell into the abyss of deep thought every time he remembered the cause of the wound on his leg.
"If he who claims to love me can do this, what about my family? How long have I been gone, huh? Are my dad and mom worried?"
Daichi was helpless to do anything but wonder. He had attempted to contact his parents with the assistance of the nurses. But they always have an excuse and refuse to assist. Daichi believes it is all because of Shuhei.
Daichi's thoughts were consumed by his unfortunate fate. Maybe he was delirious even when he was sleeping because he thought so hard.
Daichi is unaware that Shuhei, whom he has not seen in days, appears while he sleeps.
The young man was tall and handsome. When he saw his favorite person in bed, his aura and sharp gaze softened slightly.
Shuhei sat beside the bed. He smoothed his hand over Daichi's smooth face.
"Daicchan... Despite the fact that I always appear when you sleep, I have not appeared in front of you in days. Are you missing me?" In hushed tones, Shuhei inquired. Without even realizing it, his expression was gradually revealing a terrifying madness.
The sleeping senior did not respond. Shuhei was not bothered by it either. What matters to him is that Daichi is constantly in his care.
He kept his hands on Daichi's face.
"I can't bear to be apart from you. Come home with me, okay?"
Shuhei forced the doctor to issue a permit that day so Daichi could be taken home.
"However, his condition is still not—"
"I have a private doctor who can help him." Shuhei disproves the doctor's concerns. So, whether he liked it or not, the doctor let Daichi go home.
Shuhei smiled as he returned to the ward where Daichi was being treated. But when he noticed Daichi laughing and chatting cheerfully with the lovely nurse changing the bed linens, his smile abruptly disappeared.
Shuhei's disposition abruptly darkened.
"We are heading home right now," he announced, taking Daichi and the nurse aback.
Shuhei stepped in front of Daichi and spoke again. "We are leaving now."
Daichi is irritated by Shuhei's appearance, despite the fact that he knows he will have to deal with Shuhei eventually.
"But my legs are still hurting."
"I know. Don't worry, I have a private doctor at house."
"At house?" Daichi's eyes narrowed as he felt yet another bad feeling. "Whose house is it?"
"My house."
"Why I should to go to your house? Going home means returning to my family's house!"
"When you have recovered, you can go to visit your family's house."
"What do you mean ?"
"That means Daicchan will be living with me from now on..." Shuhei leaned in closer, almost touching their lips. "...until next time."
Daichi found it difficult to ignore what Shuhei had to say. Daichi was still at a loss for words when they got in the car.
"Do you want to say something?" Shuhei enquired.
"Nah."
Daichi chose not to say anything. He looked out the car window. The street was crowded with people, reminding Daichi of his broken leg.
"Haaah."
Shuhei overheard a long sigh of regret.
"What's wrong?"
"I was thinking about my broken leg...."
"It's okay, it will get better soon."
Daichi gave a quick glance. "You seem so at ease! Who broke my leg in the first place, bastard?"
In contrast to the fierce Daichi, Shuhei only responded with a faint mumble, "Mm."
Daichi is completely defeated. If his legs were not disabled, he wanted to get angry, hit Shuhei, and fight him.
"Hey, Yoshimoto," Daichi said after a moment.
"Hm?"
"You didn't do anything to my family, did you?"
"What do you think?" Shuhei asked, touching Daichi's hand.
Daichi despises questions that are answered with questions. "Just answer!" he said curtly.
"Everything is up to Daicchan." Shuhei pressed Daichi's palm against his cheek and kissed it solemnly. "If Daicchan behaves, I will also ensure the safety of your family. Otherwise, you can imagine the worst-case scenario for them."
"Enough. I get it." Daichi shuddered and yanked his hand away from Shuhei.
Shuhei smiled as the corners of his lips lifted.
Daichi was terrified by that smile, but he dared to ask a few more questions.
"If I'm nice, will you be nice too?"
"Mm, sure," Shuhei replied quickly.
"What I mean is, I want you to resume your previous behavior. Allow me to return to my home and live my life. We can be friends at school and occasionally hang out together. I will also forget the hurtful things you did to me."
"Is Daicchan trying to haggle with me?"
Daichi's forehead was drenched in cold sweat. After all, he is sensitive to Shuhei, particularly Shuhei's abnormal abuse.
"What... is it wrong?"
"Nah. But can you guarantee that you will not let me down again?"
"Of course."
"Can you guarantee you will not flee?"
Daichi gave a stiff nod. "I will do it."
"Is it true?" Shuhei inquired. "Does negotiating like this mean you have made peace with yourself and accept my feelings?"
Daichi's heart sank as soon as he heard Shuhei's words. "Tch, make peace with myself and accept you, you say? Keep dreaming! I am only doing this for my own and my family's safety!" Daichi's heart groaned.
"I said I would do my best." Daichi chose to remain vague in his response.
Shuhei did not indicate whether or not he agreed. He sat up straighter this time, like an authoritative young ruler.
They arrived at the gate of a two-story white house not long after. Daichi recalls that this house was where he plotted his escape. Daichi clearly regretted his decision that night, looking back.
"If I would known sooner that Yoshimoto was not just anyone, I would not have acted so hastily. My legs would have been safe as well." Daichi's heart was filled with regret, wailing incessantly.
Shuhei assisted Daichi in getting out of the car. Another black car approached at this time. Then two men in neat black suits appeared.
Shuhei was saluted by both of them.
"You were called by the chairman," one of them stated.
Shuhei hardened as a result of the two people's arrival. He nodded slightly and turned his gaze to Daichi.
"Daicchan go back home first, okay? I'll be right back." Then he turned to face Hiroki, who had followed them down. "Hiroki, bring him back home. Remember to take good care of him."
"Yes, sir."
Shuhei left a message for Hiroki and got into the newly arrived car. The vehicle took off quickly.
Hiroki assists Daichi as instructed. Daichi was not used to using crutches, so the two of them walked slowly.
Daichi came to a halt as he approached the door. Actually, he did not want to go in, but Hiroki next to him pushed him. Daichi was forced to take small steps.
Daichi never paid attention to the actual appearance of this house. He had previously only remained in the room before fleeing that night. When he entered the house, his eyes instantly lit up with wonder.
Daichi had the impression that everything was beautiful and luxurious.
"So this is his real house?" Daichi recalled a cramped little apartment he had once visited and couldn't help but compare it to what he saw now.
"I never imagined the Yakuza could be so wealthy..."
"The Yakuza are a business organization. Why is it odd if they are wealthy?"
Daichi's admiration was cut short by a woman's voice.
Daichi turned to face the source of the voice, and his gaze was drawn to a woman sitting elegantly on the sofa, sipping tea.
With the right makeup, the woman is stunning and also appears mature. Her slim figure was dressed in a black kimono with Higanbana flower embroidery. Her hair was pulled back into a bun and adorned with golden hairpins. The woman had a distinct aura, like a noble lady from the past.
Daichi was stunned.