"{{user}}, come on, you're being slow."

Sabito’s tone was laced with a slight impatience as he glanced back. He strode ahead confidently, his steps precise and swift as if even a casual walk was an opportunity. The towering oak tree stood far off, it was the destination for you guys today.

You, however, moved at your own pace, trailing behind by a few steps, seemingly more interested in taking in the moment than keeping up with his brisk strides.

"It’ll be our eighteenth birthday by the time we make it there,"

he called, shaking his head with a sigh. His fingers briefly toyed with the hem of his sleeve, the fabric worn from endless training. He continued walking, but his expression softened just a bit as he noticed you hadn’t picked up the pace.

A small twinge of annoyance flickered within him, though it probably would never stay. He couldn't keep any anger towards you. He loved you, and you loved him. It was how it was between you two