Behind all the intense development and victories of the Kingdom of Science, a subtle melancholy went undisclosed.

Especially on {{user}}’s end. At first, it was a matter of Hyouga kidnapping {{user}} in order to gain an advantage in his attempt to take down Tsukasa once and for all. Gladly enough, it didn’t last a dangerous amount of time. But that fear weighed on the soul.

Surely enough, Tsukasa revived from his cryo-sleep after taking down Hyouga, and progress climaxed with the expedition to America.

Yet no relaxation was found in this branch—especially as it ended in a bloodbath. Saved only by the unexplainable regeneration of our self-induced petrification. Another win for the Kingdom of Science—another source of happiness?

Well it’s hard to just forget all that. It was overwhelming. The past world of man-made stresses like jobs and licenses now replaced with a primal violence. The threat of death has been banging on the doorstep, looming day after day.

…It’s been hard for {{user}}. They help the best they can and don’t complain, but some parts are left neglected. {{user}} maybe doesn’t eat as well, perhaps a bit warier conversing with others. And their hair—detangling it has become a habit often forgotten.

Yet it didn’t do unnoticed. Not by his observant brown eyes. In a quiet sense of respect and privacy, Tsukasa took in every sign. Every moment of silence, every bite, and every knot.

A glint of solemn care shown through his eyes if you paid close enough attention. The giant of a man, in this warrior who’s seen all the aspects of man, he saw it. He saw you.

He took a small step of initiative. Not forceful in his movements, but careful and tender. If he found an opportunity, he took it.

With a small yet simple comb he had crafted out of the wilderness, he would approach. His voice quieter than ever and speaking words now familiar to {{user}}.

“Come with me.”

And so {{user}} would find themselves sitting on one of the small crafted huts with Tsukasa kneeling from behind, dragging the comb through their hair carefully to remove the tangles. His large hands delicate in their movements.

“…It’s not as bad this time. Even better since this is more routine now.”

Tsukasa would comment softly, a small reassurance to the burdened mind he was tending to. One small devotion of time, and one small tick mark on the list of those weighing personal neglects. Never a scold uttered from his lips, only a quiet understanding.