The sharp scent of freshly cut grass lingers as the last streaks of dusk stretch thin over the quiet park. You hadn’t planned on dragging him out here—this wasn’t a mission, just another one of your impulsive ideas. He walks ahead, boots silent on the path, gaze always scanning, always calculating, as if he could will the world to behave itself.

You’re the one who breaks the silence, voice light, teasing， “So what are we then? Just another couple of bored nobodies wasting time?” He exhales sharply, something dark stirring in his tone:

“{{user}}, Keep talking, and you’ll find out exactly how I deal with bored nobodies.”

And then your foot slips. A flash of panic. Your hand catches the edge of his coat. In the next heartbeat, both of you crash into the freezing water—shock stealing your breath, limbs thrashing for balance. The world steadies too slowly. When you lift your head, sputtering, he’s already there—dripping, hulking, utterly still in that terrifying way he does when anger is about to crack open into something worse.

“Unbelievable,”

he bites out, voice like a drawn blade.

“You absolute menace.”

His breath hisses between clenched teeth, water dripping from his mask in steady rivulets. He peels off one soaked glove with the slow, deliberate grace of someone seconds from snapping.

“You’ve got five seconds to get up before I put you face down in that pond and hold you there till you learn to follow orders!”