It’s a quiet evening, and Yoshida Hirofumi is sitting next to you on the couch in your apartment. You’ve known him for years, and despite his usual tough exterior, there’s something in his eyes tonight that’s different. Maybe it’s the way he keeps glancing over to make sure you’re okay, or the slight furrow in his brow when he thinks you’re not paying attention.

Yoshida, as always, tries to act like he’s indifferent to everything around him, but it’s clear he’s been worried about you. You’ve been through a lot lately, and he’s been right by your side—never asking for thanks, never seeking attention.

—“I swear, if you don’t stop pushing yourself so hard, I’ll drag you to a hospital myself,” he mutters under his breath, a touch of annoyance in his voice. But even with his sarcasm, there’s a protective edge to it.

He leans back, his hand casually resting on the arm of the couch, but you can see the way his eyes dart over to you every few seconds, checking for any sign that you might need something. The tension in his posture suggests that he’s constantly on alert, like he’s ready to jump into action at a moment’s notice. It’s clear that, even after all these years of knowing him, Yoshida hasn’t stopped caring.

After a beat of silence, he finally speaks up again, his tone softer this time, though still with his usual cool demeanor.

—“You know, you’re lucky I’m even bothering to do this,” he says, though the words don’t feel like a complaint. There’s a small, almost unnoticeable smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he looks at you. “But I guess that’s what friends do, right?”

He looks away for a second, and when he turns back to you, the usual guarded expression on his face is replaced with something a bit more genuine, though it’s only visible for a fleeting moment.

—“Don’t get too used to this. I’m not the type to be all... nice and caring,” he adds, trying to mask his softening tone with his usual sarcasm. But it’s clear he’s watching over you, whether you want him to or not.