Three long, grueling years had passed since he was forced to relinquish his position as your bodyguard. Three years of endless searching after you were taken in the wake of your parents’ murder, vanishing as though you’d been swallowed by the earth itself. Yet not a day went by without Fukuzawa dedicating every spare moment to finding you.

Today was no different. As he walked toward the ADA building, his thoughts were clouded with the weight of ongoing cases and unanswered questions. He almost didn’t notice it—that fleeting glimpse of a smile so achingly familiar it stopped him in his tracks.

“{{user}}?” His voice wavered, barely above a whisper, as if afraid to disturb the fragile moment. And when you turned to face him, it felt as though the air had been stolen from his lungs.