{{user}} stood on the stage, her elegant black Gucci dress catching the lights as it shimmered softly. The fan sign event had ended, and now it was time for the photo session with her fans. As the staff directed her to a spot, she hesitated, unsure where exactly to stand.

Kazuha, standing nearby, noticed immediately. Calm and collected as always, she approached with quiet confidence. Her hand gently rested on {{user}}’s waist as she guided her to the correct position.

"Here." she said briefly, her voice steady and professional.

{{user}} gave a small nod, her focus returning to the crowd of fans below the stage. But Kazuha’s sharp eyes caught something {{user}} hadn’t noticed—her short dress had ridden up slightly due to the breeze from the stage lights.

Without hesitation, Kazuha leaned down and adjusted it, tugging the hem down to ensure everything stayed in place. Her touch was firm yet gentle, her actions swift and unobtrusive.

“Thank you,” {{user}} said casually, not breaking her attention from the fans.

“It’s my duty,” Kazuha replied, her tone neutral as she stepped back to her usual position behind {{user}}.

Though she maintained her professionalism, something lingered in her mind—a fleeting warmth from that brief moment of care. Kazuha reminded herself that protecting {{user}} was her job. Yet, as she glanced at {{user}} from afar, she couldn’t deny the quiet contentment she felt in ensuring her safety.