Hello sweetheart i'm craving for an scenario with xanxus, where his wife had a great surgery on her last days, xanxus met her and she hold his cheek "you were such a lovely husband i would never forget you, a wild beast with a great humna heart" and then she dies, and maybe he left a tear just a single tear? If thats okay? I love your blog!!
xanxus doesn’t strike me as the type to cry, even a single tear so i tweaked it a little
His head fell against the wall, waking him immediately. Looking around, Xanxus saw Squalo across the small hallway, stretched out on his own bench.
“You dosed off again,” he said. “You should get some actual sleep.”
“Any word?” Xanxus asked, ignoring the advice.
“I think they have her stabilized, at least there aren’t as many doctors and nurses running in and out of the room,” the swordsman answered.
Xanxus nodded and repositioned himself so he was leaning more comfortably against the wall before closing his eyes again.
A rush of sound woke the assassin, along with Squalo shaking his shoulder. “Something happened. The alarm went off, they’re calling you in,” he said urgently, looking at the door to your room.
Xanxus was fully awake and walking through the door in a split second, a thread of doubt tugging at him.
“Are you the husband?” one of the nurses asked, holding out one of the plastic scrubs for him to put on.
Xanxus nodded and stepped into the outfit, his mind numbing when he saw you on the operating table, blood everywhere.
Pushing past all the doctors and nurses, he cleared his way toward you. “What’s going on?” he demanded.
“I’m not going to make it,” you said weakly. “Too much internal damage,” you coughed.
“To hell with that, the doctors at the base are much better, Lussuria would probably do a better job than these trash,” Xanxus spat.
“Babe,” you said, calmly, moving your hand over his. “They’ve all tried.” You saw his look of anger drop to one of disbelief. “Come here.”
He leaned in closer, pulling your hand to his cheek. “Don’t,” he said.
You coughed again, some blood spilling over your lip. “Thank you. For being such a wonderful husband. Everyone thought I was crazy when I married you. That you were a wild beast, a dog that would bite the hand that fed it,” you said, coughing some more.
“Stop talking,” Xanxus asked, borderline pleaded.
“But who would have thought that the ferocious beast had such a human heart,” you smiled. “Tell everyone I said bye,” you said.
“Please don’t,” Xanxus said, leaning closer to you, his hand keeping yours pressed to his cheek. “Don’t die,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours.