Hotaru sat at his workbench, the faint glow of the forge illuminating his focused expression as he meticulously worked on his latest project. You watched him for a moment, your heart aching at the sight of him hunched over, his hands worn and calloused from hours of labor. It was time for him to take a break, and you had the perfect plan to coax him into relaxation.

“Hey, Hotaru!” you called out cheerfully, interrupting his concentration. He looked up, brow furrowed as if he was still caught in the world of blades and metal. “How about a little pampering day at home?”

He blinked, seemingly torn between the allure of his work and the softness of your proposal. “I can’t. I still need to finish this sword,” he replied, his tone a mix of stubbornness and fatigue.