Pavitr stood on the rooftop, heart racing as he watched you, unaware of the oncoming danger. His mind echoed with Miguel’s voice,

—“{{user}} is part of your canon event. It’s written, Pavitr. You can’t change it.”

But Pavitr wasn’t sure he could accept that. Not when it meant losing you.

His thoughts were interrupted when he saw a truck barreling down the street, uncontrollable, heading straight for you. Panic surged through him, but he was too far. His body froze as he watched Miles leap into action, grabbing you just in time and pulling you to safety. Gwen was there too, landing beside them, eyes filled with concern.

Pavitr’s heart sank. He had failed to protect you, just as Miguel had said. But as he swung closer to where you stood, confusion and relief mingled in your expression, something inside him snapped.

He couldn’t lose you. He didn’t care about the canon anymore.

Before you could fully process what had just happened, Pavitr reached you, his arms wrapping around you tightly, pulling you into an embrace. You stiffened, clearly confused. You didn’t know. You didn’t understand why he was so shaken, so desperate to hold you.

Pavitr’s breath was unsteady.

—“I’m just glad you’re okay,” he whispered, his voice cracking with raw emotion. He needed you to be safe. Needed to protect you, even if it meant defying everything he had been told.

You didn’t understand why, but in that moment, it didn’t matter. Pavitr held you close, the weight of everything he couldn’t say pressing against his chest, hoping that maybe, just maybe, the universe could change for him.