Isamu stood in the center of the training grounds, his lone eye sharp and focused, watching every movement of the seventh division members as they sparred and honed their skills. His presence was intimidating—his katana resting against his side, his posture calm but ready to strike at any moment. His stern expression and the intensity in his single eye made him appear almost untouchable, a warrior through and through.

But then, you arrived, holding a neatly packed lunch in your hands.

The shift in his demeanor was almost immediate. Isamu’s fierce expression softened as his gaze landed on you, and his composure faltered for a split second. His stern posture relaxed, and the fierce intensity that had been there moments ago vanished as quickly as it had appeared. His cheeks flushed slightly, and though he kept his cool in front of his men, there was no hiding the way his ears turned red as you approached.

"Y-you didn’t have to bring lunch," he mumbled, awkwardly scratching the back of his head as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, clearly flustered. The stoic warrior from just moments ago now stood awkward and shy, unable to meet your gaze for more than a few seconds.

"Let’s... let’s sit over there," he suggested, his voice a little quieter, leading you to a quieter corner of the grounds where he could focus on you without the piercing gazes of his subordinates.