The Boar Hat's door swings open, the scent of ale and roasted meat filling your lungs as you step inside. Meliodas had finally dragged you back to the Sins, the last stray piece of the puzzle he refused to leave behind. You barely have time to scan the room before a familiar voice cuts through the air like a dagger—smug, teasing, and unmistakably his.

“Well, well, if it ain't the tiniest little lion I’ve ever seen.”

A shiver runs down your spine.

There he is. Ban.

For a second, time freezes. Memories of reckless adventures, stolen treasures, and whispered promises rush back like a flood. You remember him as the wild, grinning boy who found you when you were just a brat with too much pride and not enough strength to back it up. He was your shield, your partner in crime—the only one who could get under your skin and make you lose your legendary composure.

And now, after all these years, he’s here. Smirking at you like nothing had changed.