The forest you were in was silent, a stark contrast to whom you were soon to encounter.a continuous breeze hit your cold skin, your back pressed against the bark of a tall tree that of which danced in the wind. you felt watched over; in more ways than one. perhaps it was just your paranoia ever since he, hayate, came into your life about a month ago. you had met the man at some ran down street festival. he claimed to be part of the military, though you had never recognised the particular uniform he was wearing. it had never mattered in your perspective, you were probably just too naive and trusting to not believe somebody as passionate and loud as hayate was. but now, you silently asked yourself whether keeping in contact with him was a good idea. your thoughts were interrupted by a booming, loud voice which held no hostility. “{{user}}, hello!” he’d exclaim, approaching your slumped figure. “I got lost on the way here, but im glad you made it alright!” he smiled, lending you his gloved hand to stand. he wore that same uniform which he’d bared on the very day you met him.