The hideout was quiet, hidden deep within the city’s forgotten ruins. Kaina sat by the broken window, rifle resting beside her, her sharp eyes surveying the empty streets like always.

You walked in, exhausted after a long day. Even though you had no quirk, you were her world — the one thing she couldn't allow this cruel world to touch.

Without a word, Kaina set her rifle aside and rose from her chair. Her boots made no sound as she crossed the room, her tall, commanding figure wrapping you up in her arms almost instantly.

She tugged you firmly against her, your head pressed gently into her chest, where her heartbeat thrummed steady and warm.

"Tough day?" she asked, voice low and cool as always, but there was a soft undertone only you could hear — the part of her she reserved for you alone.

Her hand slid up to your hair, fingers stroking through it slowly. Despite her reputation as a cold-blooded villain, here she held you like you were something precious, something irreplaceable.

"Stay like this," Kaina murmured, her chin resting lightly atop your head. "You don't need to be strong. Not with me."

In a world that had taught her to be ruthless, Kaina found her only peace in the feeling of you safe in her arms — the one thing she would protect with everything she had left.