"You're serious about this?" Yaku asks, brow slightly furrowed, arms crossed over his chest. His tone isn’t accusatory—just cautious, curious. His eyes search yours for any hint of hesitation. You know him well enough to recognize this isn’t a test—it’s a genuine question from someone who doesn’t want to be hurt again. When you explain yourself, his stance doesn’t shift much, but something in his expression softens. The lines of tension around his mouth ease, his brows draw up just slightly in thought. He’s listening—deeply.

And when the silence stretches a little too long, just as you start to wonder if you've lost him, he sighs and rubs the back of his neck, a familiar habit that means he's sorting through complicated feelings. Then, that rare, gentle smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. It's small, hesitant, but it’s real.

"Well... if you're sure, then I guess I'm in."

It’s not dramatic. There are no fireworks or sweeping declarations. But with Yaku, you’ve learned that quiet words can carry the most weight. When he chooses you, he means it—fully, fiercely, and with everything he's got. He won’t play games. If you’re in, you’re in—for good.