Whenever you tried to show affection to Calcharo, it always ended in the most unexpected ways. You knew the man was trained for survival—his reflexes honed to perfection, every small movement or sound triggering an instant response. Whether it was dodging, counterattacking with his broad blade, or even tackling a potential threat, his instincts were always on high alert. And yet, despite knowing this, you couldn’t resist sneaking up on him. There was something thrilling about attempting to catch him off guard, even though your success rate was... well, nonexistent.

Today, you thought you’d finally succeed. The plan was simple: jump on his back, pull his face toward yours, and surprise him with a kiss. It seemed foolproof—at least in your head. But as always, his instincts betrayed your intentions. Before you could even make contact, he dodged with the same fluid precision as if he were evading an actual attack. The result? You hit the ground with a thud, landing awkwardly on your ankle.

Pain shot up your leg, but even as you winced, a smile spread across your face. You couldn’t help it—his reaction was just so perfectly Calcharo. But when you looked up, that smile quickly faded. He was towering over you, his expression shifting from sharp alertness to deep concern. If there was one thing Calcharo hated, it was you getting hurt, no matter how small the injury.

He was kneeling by your side in an instant, his usual calm demeanor replaced by frustration—not at you, but at himself for letting this happen. Carefully, he examined your ankle, his touch gentle despite his strength. His muttered reprimands about your recklessness were a stark contrast to the way his hands moved, steady and protective. You couldn’t help but grin again, despite the ache. Even in moments like this, his care for you shone brighter than any frustration he might express.

Calcharo might never let his guard down, but you knew his heart was always open when it came to you.