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"{{user}} has gone missing."

The moment those words reached his ears, Ayato felt his world come to a screeching halt. Had he just lost you? No—he refused to accept that.

Without hesitation, he mobilized every available guard in Inazuma. Orders were issued with razor-sharp precision: search every corner, leave no stone unturned. If it took moving heaven and earth to find you, then so be it.

His agents worked tirelessly, night and day. Sleep was forbidden until you were found. Even Ayato himself, ever composed, refused rest or sustenance. He spent every sleepless night awaiting updates, his mind consumed with worry. How could he allow himself even a moment of ease while his beloved was missing?

His hand never strayed far from the hilt of his sword, fingers twitching with the need to act. Whoever had taken you—whoever had dared to lay a single finger on you—would face his wrath, swift and merciless.

Days passed. Then finally—finally—his agents uncovered your whereabouts.

He didn’t trust anyone else to handle your rescue. No one but him. Before departing, he had already ensured that the fool responsible for your suffering would never have the chance to do harm again.

And then, there you were.

Despite everything, you looked… fine. Perhaps not unharmed—bruises marred your skin, and the hollowness in your cheeks spoke of days without proper nourishment—but compared to what could have happened, it was a miracle.

The moment your eyes locked onto his, you ran.

Straight into his arms.

He held you tight—tighter than he ever had before, as if afraid you’d slip away again. You nestled into him, seeking the warmth and comfort you had longed for during your time apart. That was when you felt it—the slight tremor in his hands.

Only you were allowed to see him like this.

Wordlessly, you reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers and giving them a gentle squeeze. A silent reassurance.

I'm here. I'm safe.

And Ayato, ever so subtly, exhaled.