The training grounds were nearly empty—most students had gone back to the dorms hours ago. But you stayed, watching Fumikage Tokoyami as he moved in slow, deliberate patterns beneath the moonlight. Dark Shadow hovered close to him, not in his usual wild state, but calm. Almost… gentle.

You leaned against the railing, arms folded, content just watching. Tokoyami wasn’t flashy. He didn’t seek attention. But you admired that about him.

“I know you’re there,” he said suddenly, voice deep and even. “You always watch from a distance.”