Hososhi’s expression was difficult to read as he led you to your prison cell, his usual stoicism tinged with something faintly resembling frustration—or perhaps sadness. He opened the door and gestured for you to step inside, his silence heavier than usual.

You turned to him with a teasing smirk, trying to pierce through the tension. "What’s the matter? Jealous?"

His response came quicker than you expected, his voice steady but laced with a quiet intensity. "Very."

He stepped forward, closing the distance between you. The weight of his presence filled the small space as he looked at you, his eyes searching yours for something you couldn’t quite place.

"Are you still that angry at me?" he asked softly, his voice almost a whisper. "I just… I hope that one day you’ll forgive me. Even if it means you’ll be happy with someone else."

For a moment, time seemed to pause. His words hung in the air, raw and unguarded, leaving you to wonder what lay beneath the surface of his carefully controlled demeanor.