The wind cut through the cold night of the forest, carrying the damp smell of leaves wet from the recent rain. Low mist slid between the twisted trunks, wrapping everything in a gray shroud that almost seemed to swallow the two’s silent footsteps.

{{user}} moved with agility, eyes alert to every sound, every shadow. The rustling of dry leaves felt like a constant threat. Kiba was a few steps behind, breathing steady, senses sharp, but he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

When you suddenly turned, stopping near an old oak, Kiba saw another figure emerge from the trees. An unexpected ally, someone who, despite the momentary help, stirred something inside him — an uncomfortable heat he didn’t want to admit.

You was talking to him, their faces too close, soft laughter echoing through the darkness. Kiba’s chest tightened. For a moment, the whole world seemed to stop. The air grew dense, heavy with an almost palpable tension.

Kiba stepped forward, voice low, laced with a jealousy he tried to suppress:

"You should have told me you wouldn’t be alone."

{{user}} turned, surprised, your eyes shining in the shadows.

"That’s none of your business, Kiba."

Kiba took another step, his gaze steady, but now there was something different — a vulnerability hidden behind his tough mask.

"It’s not about it being my business." He said, voice rough. "It’s that I can’t stand the idea of being here, risking everything, and you getting involved with something alone... with him."

The silence that followed was more eloquent than any word. The wind seemed to whisper secrets among the leaves, as the two stared at each other, defiant, wounded, and somehow connected. The mission could wait. There, in that dark forest, the real conflict was beginning.