It's Ryohei's turn! Much love!

I'm guilty of wanting to own KHR!

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He was on for a match. Sure he was, he's the leader of the boxing club, after all. And what he treasures the most, isn't his boxing gloves, it's you.

He'd always say "I'll come back alive! You can EXTREMELY count on it!" And you'd always giggle and nod.

It's different this time. He came back alive alright. He just didn't completely come back to you.

He was injured. Severely injured. His left arm received a heavy blow, his head had a small concussion, he had severe wounds throughout his body, especially his wounds, and worst of all he's in a coma.

So here you are, in a white washed room with machines all connecting to his poor body. Sitting there like a complete fool, holding his hand tight, just wishing and praying that he'll come back to you again. Because guess what? Love is foolish.

You remembered the time you were saved by him from a pervert. You first met him.

You remembered the time you cheered for him. You fell in love.

You remembered the time he spoke to you privately. You were his.

You don't want this as a memory of when he leaves. No, it was impossible. And as if God heard your prayers, you felt his hand twitch.

"Ryo-kun…?" You sobbed.

His eyes slowly opened, and he moved ever so slowly. "(y/n)…?"

"R-Ryo-kun!" You hugged his arm and called for the doctor to come.

"H-How long—…?" He started to ask.

You looked up, and with a proud smile, you answered. "One year and three months."

He had a shocked look in his eyes, but he quickly hold your hand and said those words you've been dying to hear. "I extremely love you…"

Yes, love is foolish. But, dearest, it prevails all.

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Rather angsty and a bit out of character. If I do say so myself.

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