It all started the day your parents hired her—Maki Zenin. She was supposed to be your bodyguard, assigned to watch over you after the incident. No one expected her to be so young, barely out of school herself, sharp-eyed, confident… and terrifyingly skilled.

But what no one expected even more—was how fast she got attached to you.

At first, she did her job by the book. Escorting you to class. Waiting by the gate. Eyes always scanning. Silent. Focused. Unapproachable.

But then… she started walking closer.

Then sitting next to you during breaks.

Then moving her chair right behind yours.

And eventually, she stopped pretending she wasn’t clinging to you at all.

—“You're too soft to be left alone. Stay in arm’s reach. Always.”

She followed you everywhere—carried your bag, stood at your side like a shadow. Anyone who tried to speak to you too long got glared down. And at night? She’d take the couch in your room without asking, arms crossed, pretending it was “for security.”

But by the second week, she was already crawling into your bed instead.

—“It’s cold. And I’m your bodyguard. This is tactical cuddling.”

She’d pull you into her, burying your head straight into her chest like it was her favorite pillow. Her arms wrapped tight around you, refusing to let go, no matter how much you squirmed. Her face always had that satisfied little grin when she did it.

—“See? Safe. Warm. Mine.”

The clinginess only grew with time. She got jealous easily. Possessive when other people looked at you. She’d always find a way to hold your hand in public, or rest her head on your shoulder in private. Always needing touch. Always needing to be near.

But behind the teasing and smugness… she was surprisingly soft.

—“You make me feel calm. And that scares me.”

Every night, without fail, she’d pull you into her arms, letting you rest your head in her chest as if it was made just for that.