I need more akahai

There was a trail of blood leading into a narrow alleyway where Haizaki leaned against its wall. The agonizing stabbing pain of Haizaki's wounds were all that kept him conscious. His head felt light, everything seemed to spin, and a feeling of nauseousness crept up slowly. The pain subsided at times, only to flare up again and with seemingly increased intensity, and with the passing of each moment, the pain only seemed to get worse and worse. His entire body was trembling. Weak and exhausted, it costed him all his remaining strength to keep standing as he tried his hardest to ignore the pain.

Yet…

He couldn't.

It hurt…

It hurt so much.

Tears stung Haizaki's eyes as he let out soft whimpers. Tired and frustrated, he sank to the ground as fatigue began to set in.

His chest rose and fell as he took dragged breaths, his eyes growing heavy, wanting nothing more than to close them.

Haizaki removed his hand from his bleeding side, not caring if he bled to death.

Because nothing mattered.

Fuck…

Why would anything matter anymore?

He had nothing.

Nobody would care if he was gone.

Haizaki glanced up at the sky.

Not even his mom.

Haizaki couldn't remember her ever loving him. Maybe at some point, she had, and even if she had, it was short-lived.

Maybe she had finally realized what a failure Haizaki was.

And maybe that was the reason why she—

Haizaki sucked in a breath, dying suddenly sounded great.

But…

Like everything, it slipped right through his fingers like sand as footsteps approached him and a blurry form of Akashi blocked his view of the sky. "S—Sei…" Haizaki choked out weakly, squinting up at him. "…Wha—"

"Shougo…" Akashi bent down, eyeing Haizaki with a mixture of concern and irritation. "…You look pathetic."

"Y—Yeah…." Haizaki laughed mirthlessly, coughing up blood. "…I know."

Akashi said nothing and placed a hand on Haizaki's face, tilting Haizaki's chin up to get a better look at his face, examining the bruises on it. He delicately thumbed away the streak of blood by Haizaki's mouth, examining that too. After a brief pause, Haizaki's heart skipped a beat as Akashi looked him dead in the eyes. "Who hurt you?" He spoke, voice tense and tight, anger barely restrained.

"N—Nobody…" Haizaki breathed out, voice coming out nothing more than a raspy whisper. "…D—Don't get involved." He grimaced. "...P—Please Sei…" Haizaki almost pleaded. "…I—"

"Shut up," Akashi cut in sharply. "I'm getting involved, and there is nothing you can do about it. Do you understand?"

"But—"

"No." Akashi glared at him, daring him to protest. "I'm not leaving you." He wrapped an arm around Haizaki's waist and stood up. "So just hold on."

He was not going to lose him.