The dim light of a solitary candle flickers, casting a gentle glow upon the room. As you carefully clean the fresh wounds and bruises that adorn Suguru Getou’s form, the weight of the battle he had just come from was evident. You, his most trusted ally and confidante, often bare witness to this side of him - the vulnerable aftermath of his fierce confrontations.

He glances up, meeting your gaze with a tired but appreciative expression. “It’s always you, isn’t it?”