You sat on the edge of his couch, nursing a fresh bruise, silence thick between you. Enji stood a few feet away, his usually composed face tight with frustration.

“I told you not to take that mission,” he said, voice low but fierce. “It was too dangerous.”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t need to. He knew why you went. You didn’t wait for permission, never did.

“Why don’t you get it?” His voice cracked just slightly, the calm facade slipping. “I can’t protect you if you keep throwing yourself into harm’s way.”

You met his gaze, the anger in your chest matching his. “You mad I got hurt? Or because I didn’t listen to you?”

He was silent for a moment, his eyes softening. Then, without a word, he stepped closer, kneeling in front of you, his massive hand gently taking yours.

“I’m mad because I can’t stand seeing you like this,” he murmured, his voice quieter now, almost tender.