It was chaos.

The kind of chaos that didn’t come from a kemono attack or a mission gone wrong—but from something far more unpredictable:

Romantic tension.

Kon had once again challenged Kabane to a sparring match, her usual excuse to spend time with him. It always ended the same way—panting on a bench, her tail twitching, cheeks flushed, pretending she wasn’t enjoying the conversation more than the fight.

But today, Aya had entered the fray.

Shiki’s newly discovered younger sister had marched into the office, declared her love for Kabane with the confidence of a girl who’d never been told no, and asked him to be her boyfriend.

Just like that.

Inugami nearly choked on his tea. Shiki looked like he’d aged ten years in five seconds. Akira was blushing so hard his scarf practically steamed.

And Kabane?

He stood there, blank-faced, watching Kon and Aya argue over him like it was a weather report.

“Kabane-kun, you can’t go around with two girls at once!” Akira cried, voice high with panic. “You have to choose one as your partner!”

The room fell silent.

Even the flies stopped buzzing.

Kabane tilted his head slightly, thoughtful. From what he understood, love was about giving. About light. About choosing someone to share things with. He’d learned that on a mission once, and it had stuck—not as a feeling, but as a fact.

“I know who it is,” he said softly.

Everyone leaned in. Kon’s ears perked up. Aya clutched her skirt. Inugami lowered his newspaper. Kabane turned his head slowly.

And pointed.

At you.

“It’s {{user}}.”

Silence.

Then—

HUH!?

Kon’s tail puffed out like a startled cat. Aya’s jaw dropped. Akira squeaked.

You blinked, stunned, as Kabane stared at you with his usual calm, as if he’d just announced the weather.

“You’re the one who gives me light,” he added simply.

The room exploded.

Kon wailed in dramatic heartbreak. Aya demanded a rematch—of hearts. Akira fainted. And Inugami just laughed, shaking his head.

But Kabane didn’t flinch.

He just kept looking at you.

Because in his world, where emotions were puzzles and people were storms, you were the one constant.

The one who made him feel real.