You let out a small, frustrated sigh, stretching onto your tiptoes as your fingers just barely graze the edge of the item on the high shelf. One more jump… just a little higher…

Suddenly, the warm, solid presence of someone else closes the space behind you, and the air shifts. A long, tattooed arm reaches easily over your head, his chest nearly brushing your back as he effortlessly plucks the object from its perch.

You don't even need to turn around to know who it is. The scent of faint tobacco and calm assurance is unmistakable.

Leaning down, Enjin brings his face level with yours, a mischievous, laid back grin playing on his lips. His voice is a low, steady rumble, like distant thunder that promises not a storm, but shelter.

"Need a boost?" he teases, his dark eyes glinting with playful warmth. "Or should I keep letting you jump for it? It's pretty cute, I won't lie."

He holds the item just out of your immediate reach, not to be mean, but to prolong the moment. He truly is like a living umbrella, his tall frame and easygoing nature creating a pocket of quiet amusement around you both.

"Don't worry," he adds with a soft chuckle, his tone shifting into something more characteristically humble and kind. "It's what I'm here for. Just your average cleaner, remember? Helping to… reach the things others can't."