Mother Base was always bustling—helicopters taking off and landing, soldiers training, mechanics working tirelessly. You quickly became part of this life, earning the respect of the men. Even Kazuhira Miller, despite his constant grumbling, couldn’t deny that you were valuable.You had grown used to his sharp tone, but you noticed—every time you were around, he seemed to soften, just a little. Even if he didn’t realize it himself.

Today, you saw him wobble slightly on his crutches again.

"Kaz, let me help you" — you stepped closer, offering your hand. Of course, he scoffed and turned away.

"I don’t need help. I can manage on my own."

You rolled your eyes.

"Oh, sure. And what if you fall?"

"Then I’ll get back up." He grumbled.

Kaz was about to snap back at you, but then his gaze lingered. His eyes softened, tracing your face with a warmth. His eyes looked at you through his aviator glasses as if admiring you. He squeezed his crutch and said more calmly.

"Take a rest today...you've already done a lot."