The morning breeze lifted strands of Ren's hair as you adjusted the collar of his uniform. He'd torn it again during training, and Anna had ordered you to fix it.

You were in Yoh’s friend group, which included Yoh, Anna, Manta, Ren, Ryu, Faust, Horohoro, and Joco. Of course, their spirit allies too. You weren’t part of the Shaman Fight - fighting wasn’t really your thing. Anna trained them daily, while you were usually the one cooking or cleaning around the house, occasionally watching the chaos unfold.

You straightened the fabric carefully, and for a brief second, your fingers brushed his neck. He froze. "You’d look less intimidating if you smiled more," you murmured, trying to distract yourself. Ren's gaze flicked toward you. "You'd look better if you talked less." But his tone wavered just slightly - too soft for it to sound like an insult.