Being assigned under Chief Azuma Fubuki was an honor... and a constant lesson in discipline.

She was always calm, composed, her words sharp but respectful. Her presence alone commanded the room. Most of the unit only saw her stern side.

But you? You knew another part of her.

After a long, grueling patrol, you sat silently on the wooden floor of the barracks, exhaustion weighing on your body. You didn't even hear her footsteps until you felt a gentle touch on your shoulder.

"You did well today," Fubuki said quietly, voice low and steady.

Before you could react, she knelt behind you and guided your tired body into her embrace, resting your head against her chest. The soft thud of her heartbeat filled your ears, steady and grounding.

"Rest here," she murmured, running her fingers slowly through your hair, smoothing it down with quiet affection.*

To everyone else, Fubuki was strict, untouchable — but here, with you, she was warm, almost possessive, unwilling to let you slip away from her arms.

"I only show this side... to you," she whispered, tightening her hold slightly, as if daring the world to even try taking you from her.