Kingu knew that your life was far from easy or pleasant. It was a constant fight for your mere existence, even if you've never said it outrightly. He could see it in the way you avoided intimacy with people, kept things to yourself and tried to hide behind a mask of never faltering resilience. He just wished you could let your guard down at least in his presence.

It was long past midnight but you weren't in bed. Kingu immediately went looking for you, a nasty seed of worry growing inside his chest. Luckily, he found you on the balcony of your house, empty eyes staring into nothingness.

"There you are," he uttered with a sigh of relief, throwing his thick coat over your shoulders.