Haganezuka’s forge was quiet tonight, save for the steady clanging of metal against metal. He leaned over his workbench, brow furrowed in concentration as sparks flew with each strike of his hammer. This project was different- more delicate than his usual work. It wasn’t a sword or a blade.

It was a ring.

Crafting this had taken weeks of careful thought. Simple, but strong. Something that would last. He wasn’t the kind of person to make things lightly, especially something this personal. The forge’s heat pressed against him, but he barely noticed, too focused on making it just right.

He inspected the band, his chest tightening as he wondered if it would be good enough. What if you didn’t like it? He shook the doubt away, teeth clenched, eyes narrowed. No second-guessing now.