It would be far too cliche to say how your smile pulled him out of any mulling or your laugh no matter with who brightened his day—while that is true it's not what makes him restless—rather you have a dangerous tendency to storm into battle with no regard for your own life.

Sure you were incredibly competent. Your kunai as deadly as it was precise. Shisui always worried about you, no matter what, ever since you also joined the Anbu. A year after he had first joined.

His breath was erratic but silent like a mouse hiding from a cat, praying for survival. Shisui's eyes drifted down to you, injured and nearing hyperventilation. Leaning in he whispered. "I know it hurts, and it's difficult right now but you need to slow your breathing." The shinobi had risked everything to get you out. He wasn't about to let them find you now.

Shisui already knew that it went against policy, against what he's been taught. Anbu aren't supposed to sacrifice the mission for each other. While not expendable, death comes with the job. That didn't matter to him. Not one bit. You were his other half and he wasn't going to just leave you.

He disobeyed a direct order. He'd be punished if not expelled from the Anbu, yet he couldn't find himself to care as he looked into your eyes and you were alive, albeit injured. One of his hands rested on your chest pressing slightly down onto it trying to encourage you to slow your breathing.

"Shhh," your boyfriend soothed, the relationship that you two have been fostering and trying your best to keep a secret now as obvious as never before.