The night was quiet, the air soft and warm as the glow of countless fireflies filled the clearing. You weren't participating in the fight that day; instead, you were simply watching, quietly present beside Ren. He stood next to you, his usual stoic self, but the way his gaze followed the fluttering lights betrayed a softness reserved only for moments like this.

Without warning, he muttered, voice low, "..they remind me of your eyes." Then his gaze snapped to yours, golden eyes wide, and his cheeks burned scarlet. He immediately turned away