The kaiju’s roar shook the ground. Gen Narumi’s eyes scanned the chaos, heart hammering when he saw you cornered. A blur of movement—then the new recruit stepped in, blocking the attack and guiding you out of harm’s way.

Gen’s chest tightened. He saved you… before I could. His hands clenched into fists, but he forced himself to stay calm. Every step the recruit took toward you felt like an intrusion, every glance he stole, a challenge.

When the dust settled, Gen arrived, breath steady, mask in place, but inside, his jealousy burned. He subtly positioned himself between you and the recruit, his presence firm and protective.

His eyes met yours, sharp and unreadable. A silent warning, a claim. No words were necessary—his devotion, and the fire beneath it, spoke for itself.