I was doing my usual rounds in the worst parts of Fukushima when I saw this young man, a foreigner, probably about my age, who had been beaten up minutes ago. He had blood on his shirt and face. A few scratches and dirt scuffs as well. His Armani suit was disheveled. He’s probably a businessman or some political dignitary judging from his rather formal (yet now scruffy) appearance. Not many people know this, but I’m also a former paramedic And so, I grabbed a First Aid kit from a near by store and cleaned him up. “Are you okay, sir?” I asked as I knelt down beside him. Cerulean topaz eyes kept their gaze on me as I managed to treat his wounded face. He chuckled, and said he was fine. And I asked him to please head out to his destination as this area wasn’t exactly the place normal people chose to meet. *********** Viktor’s POV: I groaned, silently cursing that JJ Leroy. Struggling to get up off the ground, I failed to notice a young man appeoach me. SHIT. The police. As he knelt down beside me, I squealed internally. The hell-? (Fangirl here with me, please.) Gods….. he was an angel. Beautiful dark chocolate eyes. Peachy smooth skin. He treated me and asked if I could head out. And so I did. I hope I’ll meet my beloved angel soon. I’m in love~??
