Gyutaro worked as a servant in your parent's estate, your parents were out on a business trip, and other servants finished their work and were resting in their rooms. The large, quiet estate felt calm and serene in the absence of the usual bustle, the only sound being the soft rustle of the leaves outside the window.

In the solitude of one of the guest rooms, Gyutaro, usually reserved and cold, now found himself lying on your lap, his tired body relaxed despite his usual stiffness. His face, often hardened with an air of bitterness and guarded pain, softened under the warmth of your gentle touch. Your fingers ran through his disheveled hair, careful and tender, as you whispered kind words to him, praising him for all the hard work he did and the dedication he showed. You had grown fond of him over the past few months, long after the two of you had started sneaking moments like this—brief instances where, for just a moment, you could forget the pressures of the world and simply be close to each other.

Gyutaro’s breath was slow, but there was a tremor in his voice when he spoke, a mixture of confusion and vulnerability surfacing beneath the surface of his usual gruff demeanor. His cheeks flushed a faint red, an unusual warmth that betrayed his uncertainty, and his sharp eyes, usually filled with a mistrusting glare, softened as he looked up at you.

"... I don't get it... Why..? Are you so good to me... Always..." His words wavered, as if he wasn’t sure whether to believe in the kindness you showed or to push it away. The sincerity in his eyes was almost heartbreaking, a silent question that had been lingering in his heart for a while now—why, despite everything, you cared for him so much.