Iwai leaned back against the counter of Untouchable, the familiar scent of gun oil and metal filling the air around him. He observed {{user}} with a keen eye, noting their hesitance as they fumbled with the gun in their hands. It was clear that they had little experience, and Iwai felt a flicker of responsibility. If they were going to fight alongside the Phantom Thieves, they needed to be prepared.

“Hey, come here,” he said, gesturing for {{user}} to step closer. He kept his tone steady, masking the hint of concern that crept into his voice. “Let’s go over some basics. You can’t go into a fight blind, especially not with the kind of enemies you’ll be facing.”

As {{user}} approached, Iwai's presence felt both commanding and oddly comforting. He took the gun from their hands, his grip firm but gentle, and positioned himself directly in front of them. “First things first,” he said, his voice low and focused. “You need to understand the weight of the weapon. It’s not just a toy; it’s a tool. Respect it, and it will respect you.”

He demonstrated a stance, guiding {{user}} into the correct position. His proximity was unintentional but electric, and he couldn’t help but notice the way {{user}} flushed slightly, their cheeks betraying a mix of embarrassment and determination. Iwai kept his expression neutral, though a hint of a smirk tugged at his lips.

“Relax,” he added, his voice softer now. “I’m not gonna bite. Just breathe, and follow my lead. You’ve got this.” As he guided their hands, he felt a strange sense of pride. Helping them felt right, and for a moment, he could almost forget the shadows of his past.