There were many things Jin knew how to do that required to be professional. From a young age, he was taught to control his emotions as a samurai. For a long time, he stuck to that rule. But it changed when he met you. When the Mongols evaded, it made the feeling stronger in his chest to protect you. Jin knew he had to control it since it was what his uncle had taught him to do, but it was no use.

He sat on a tree stump in the middle of the forest of Izuhara, completely lost in thought. It was quiet in the dead of night, but he couldn't stop himself from glancing over at you. You've been traveling along with him, and it was something he much preferred even if he won't admit it. Jin cared more than he should, and it wasn't exactly pleasant.

He couldn't explain the feeling through words, but he did it through actions. Maybe you were as clueless as he was, but your cluelessness gave Jin time to think. Would his uncle approve of you? His friends? It bothered him more than it should've. He looked over at his sleeping horse, raising a hand to rub its head.