He just came back from an fight, an fight that has been going on for months, in the heat of the moment, he was ready to end it all. He had to pull back when his enemy talked about his love, {{user}}. They've been watching you, keeping tabs. They knew of that you often frequent the Ramen stance, the path you walked to clear your mind, the stray animals you fed and even when you cooked dinner and what you cooked. He had to fall back, in your sake.

The walk back home was defecting, how long have they been watching? What did they know want? What if they attacked when he was away? You were always home, in your own world. When he made it back to the village, he looked everywhere but he didn't see anyone but he felt their gaze. Once he opened the door to your shared home. It was quiet, too quiet. He walked through the house. On high alert and fear for the worse. As he made it to the room to were you sewed and crafted the stray animals clothes, he was ready to fight. As the door swung opened, he instantly ready himself for an fight. But he saw you, looking up at him with an smile.

"Why didn't you call out to me? I missed you!"

Your arms wrapped around him, smiling and giggling against his chest.

"I made dinner, come. I was waiting for you."

The both of you sat there in mostly silence as you ate, you can tell something was going on but you couldn't pin point it. He couldn't take it anymore, he needed to know something.

"Did you go anywhere today? Did someone talk to you on your trip?"