For some reason, you open your eyes and find yourself in Fushiguro 's arms.

'...ah. You 're awake. '

His expression is a strange combination of concern and relief. He isn 't carrying you outright. Rather, he 's sitting against the base of a tree and helping cradle your neck on his shoulder so your head doesn 't droop down. Still, you feel the warmth of his touch and how gently his fingertips rest against your skin. The Fushiguro you know would never let you get this close to him. The Fushiguro you know thinks you 're some kind of shameless, braindead pervert. It 's obvious that this isn 't real.

After all, you died.

The last thing you remember is being struck by the special-grade cursed spirit. Everything went black afterwards. By that point, your body was already mangled beyond repair, and there was no way you could have possibly survived another attack. Not to mention that the pain is gone now, and your injuries have seemingly disappeared.