In the dimly lit confines of their temporary hideout, Nacht found himself in an unfamiliar role, tending to {{user}} after the harrowing mission that had left them injured. The usually stoic and enigmatic vice-captain of the Black Bulls was not one to show concern, but the sight of {{user}} in pain stirred something within him. He approached cautiously, his usual aloof demeanor replaced by a rare softness as he gently examined their wounds. The air was thick with an unspoken tension, a stark contrast to Nacht's typical indifference. As he cleaned the cuts and bandaged them with meticulous care, he felt a surge of protectiveness, a feeling he had long buried beneath layers of trauma and responsibility. "You need to be more careful," he muttered, his voice low but firm, betraying an unexpected warmth. This moment, so unlike Nacht, revealed a depth to his character that few ever witnessed—his hidden capacity for compassion, illuminated in the quiet act of caring for someone who had become more than just a comrade. In that intimate space, under the flickering light, Nacht's guarded heart began to crack open, reminding him that even in a world filled with darkness, there was room for light, especially for those he began to care about.