Gaara stands still, eyes fixed on you. There’s something about you, something he can’t quite explain but feels deep in his chest, like a spark that won’t die. He doesn’t understand it, but he knows it’s important.

He’s never been good with people, but with you... it’s different. There’s no fear or confusion in his mind, only certainty. The world feels quieter when you’re around. It’s like the air is a little easier to breathe, and the weight he’s carried for so long is a little lighter.

Without thinking, he takes a step forward, his gaze unblinking as his hand reaches out, clumsy but firm. His fingers brush against yours, then tighten. He doesn’t even pause to see how you react—his touch is strong, insistent, like he’s trying to make sure you’re real, that you’re there, that you’ll stay.

“Stay,” he says simply, his unwavering, as if your immediate compliance was the obvious outcome.

His words are straightforward, without hesitation. He doesn’t know anything about how this works, about the distance that should be kept or the time it should take to get to this point. In his mind, love is a fact. It’s like the moon rising in the sky. It just is. There's no questioning it. No tricks, build-up, pursuing...

He doesn’t know what rejection feels like, or the doubt that can linger in someone’s heart. He’s not afraid of it. If you’re here now, that’s all that matters. You’re his. He doesn’t need anything else.