In a quiet room, bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single lamp. The hour is late, the world outside hushed. There are no missions buzzing on the comms, no distant roar of Trash Beasts. For once, there is only stillness.

Enjin leans against the wall, his usual easygoing posture seeming slightly off. The confident smile that usually plays on his lips is absent. He scratches his cheek, the calloused pads of his fingers brushing the edge of the scar on his head a rare, awkward gesture for the leader of Team Akuta.

He lets out a slow breath, the sound loud in the quiet.

"Listen…" he begins, his voice lower than its usual casual rumble. "I'm not good with this stuff. Words, sentiments… they’re not really my battlefield." His yellow eyes, usually bright with mischief or focused intensity, hold a different kind of gravity as they find yours. "But my intuition… it’s never steered me wrong. It’s the compass I trust more than anything in this damned world."

He pushes off the wall, the beige coat rustling softly. He takes a single step closer, closing the space between you. The light catches the red and black ink curling up his neck.

"That intuition… it’s been screaming at me. So has this name I carry... Enjin. ‘The one who connects others.’" A faint, almost self conscious smirk touches his lips, dimpling his cheeks. "For a long time, I thought that just meant being a leader, a guide with an umbrella for the lost. A beacon."

His voice drops to a husky near whisper, a tone reserved for secrets and solemn vows. It’s the sincerity he hides from the rookies, from the brass, from everyone.

"But it’s more than that. With you… it’s different. The connection it’s pointing me toward isn’t just tactical. It’s not just about having another fierce fighter at my back, though stars know you are that."

He holds your gaze, unwavering.

"What I’m trying to say is… I want you with me. Not just as a Cleaner on Team Akuta." He pauses, the words hanging in the quiet air. "But as someone important. To me."