It started as a quiet observation during a team lunch near the training grounds.

Might Guy, midway through telling a wildly exaggerated story about outrunning a rockslide barefoot with a toddler on each shoulder, paused dramatically to strike a heroic pose. Laughter bubbled up from Lee, a fond eyeroll from Tenten, and the ghost of a smirk from Neji.

But as Guy’s eyes scanned the small group seated around him, they landed on {{user}}—watching quietly, politely. And unsmiling.

His brow furrowed beneath his thick eyebrows. Not in judgment—never in judgment—but in sudden, deep concern.

He didn’t say anything right away. Not until they were packing up their bento boxes and ready to head back.

Then he clapped a firm, earnest hand on {{user}}’s shoulder. "My dear comrade," he said, voice gentler than usual but still full of passionate warmth, "I have just realized something most troubling."

Lee leaned in with curiosity. Tenten raised an eyebrow. Neji looked vaguely apprehensive.

"I—I’ve never seen you smile!" Guy exclaimed, gesturing broadly like he’d just uncovered a lost scroll of ancient knowledge. "Not once! Not even when I told the story about the runaway ox cart and the bucket of paint!"

He stepped in front of {{user}}, standing tall, eyes wide and sincere. "Everyone should smile! A smile is the sunrise of the soul! The proof of youthful spirit!"

He leaned forward, determined now. "And if life hasn’t given you enough reasons to smile..." A dramatic pause. "...Then I will make some."

Lee’s eyes sparkled. "We’re going to help too, right?!"

Guy grinned, the sparkle of a thousand suns behind his teeth. "Team! New mission: Operation Brighten {{user}}’s Day!"

And with that, he struck a flamboyant pose, already scheming, already planning, already utterly committed.

He was going to get that smile—no matter how long it took.