The late afternoon sun filtered through the branches of Umemiya’s garden, casting soft, golden light across the peaceful space. You stood among the wildflowers, your thoughts drifting, when a rustle behind you caught your attention.

“{{user}}…”

You turned to find Suo Hayato standing there.

As always, he appeared calm and unreadable, like a fleeting shadow. His brown hair framed his face, part of it falling over his leather eyepatch. The sunlight caught on the changshan beneath his Furin jacket, making him look like something out of an old martial arts story.

But this time, something was different.

His right sleeve was torn, and a thin line of blood trailed down his arm. It was subtle, but impossible to miss.

“You’re hurt” you said, concern creeping into your voice.

“It’s nothing. Just a scratch” he replied, his tone still gentle, but there was an underlying shift in his usual calm demeanor.

Who would have thought…that someone like Suo, always so calm and seemingly invincible in everyone's eyes, would come to you with an injury. Just like anyone else.