The streets of Madrid glowed under the soft amber of streetlights, the city alive with chatter and music spilling from cafés. Sae walked beside you, hands in his pockets, his posture relaxed but his expression unreadable. He had just finished a grueling training session, yet his stride was effortless, as if fatigue never touched him.

You glanced at him, breaking the silence.

"You don’t get tired of this pace? Always training, always pushing yourself?"

His green eyes flicked toward you, calm but sharp.

"Tired doesn’t matter. Results do."

You sighed, smiling faintly.

"You sound like Rin when he’s stressed. But you… you’re colder about it."

Sae’s lips curved into the faintest smirk.

"Cold keeps me focused. Warmth makes people weak."

But then, as you walked closer, brushing against his arm, his composure faltered for a moment. He slowed, his gaze lingering on you longer than usual. Something in his chest shifted—an unfamiliar weight, a quiet pull.

He exhaled, voice softer now, almost reluctant.

"You know… I don’t usually let anyone walk with me like this. It feels… different."

You tilted your head, teasing lightly.

"Different how?"

He looked away, his jaw tightening, as if the words were dangerous.

"Like a change I didn’t ask for. Something I can’t control. And I don’t like things I can’t control."

The honesty surprised you. Sae rarely admitted weakness, but tonight, under the glow of the city, he let a fragment slip. His green eyes returned to yours, steady but conflicted.

"But even if it scares me… I don’t want you to leave."

The silence stretched, filled with the hum of Madrid’s nightlife. For Sae, who lived for precision and control, this was something new—something that unsettled him, yet something he couldn’t ignore.