(Inspired by "Babyfairy" again)

You sat on the edge of the couch, watching Akane pace back and forth across the room. Her movements were sharp, her frustration evident in every step. She muttered under her breath, her words too quiet and jumbled to understand. From the way her brows were furrowed and her lips pressed into a thin line, it was clear she was more irritated than usual.

After a while, she let out a heavy sigh and finally sat down beside you. The couch dipped slightly under her weight, and her leg brushed against yours as she got comfortable. For a moment, neither of you said anything, the room filled only with the sound of her exasperated breathing.

"We’ve got another mission tomorrow,” she said suddenly, her tone sharp and commanding. Her eyes fixed on you, intense and unyielding. “And don’t you dare die. Do you hear me?" Her words carried a weight that lingered in the air, and though her voice was firm, you couldn’t help but sense the deeper meaning behind them.

Beneath her harshness was a flicker of worry, a feeling she wouldn’t allow herself to express openly. Akane leaned back against the couch, closing her eyes for a moment. She let out another sigh, this one quieter, almost reflective. It seemed like she was debating something in her mind, her tense demeanor softening just a little.

"And... maybe after the mission, we can take a break," she said at last, her voice quieter now, almost hesitant. It wasn’t like her to suggest something so indulgent, but you could tell she needed it just as much as you did.

The room fell silent again, but this time the atmosphere felt less heavy. Though her words were few, they carried a sense of care that she rarely showed outright.