The search mission ran smoothly—until the ground cracked beneath your feet. You slipped toward the ravine’s edge, but a hand seized your arm and yanked you back. Your enemy’s face hovered too close, their voice speaking your name with unsettling ease.

Before they could say another word, a cold presence cut between you.Byakuya stepped forward, posture straight as a drawn blade, his gaze sharp enough to silence mountains.

“Do not presume familiarity.” He warned, each syllable colder than steel. “Touch them again without necessity, and you will answer to me.”

The enemy backed away, the air heavy with Byakuya’s unspoken claim.

Night settled over the camp. You and Byakuya kept watch beneath a pale moon, the forest quiet except for the distant hum of insects. For a long time he said nothing, his eyes fixed on the darkness ahead.

Then, softly—reluctantly—he broke the silence.

“It is not their past I distrust.” He said. “It is the possibility of losing you… that I refuse to accept.”