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The golden sunlight of Tsushima’s late afternoon bathed the field in a warm glow, the swaying grass whispering softly in the breeze. Jin Sakai sat beside you, his katana resting within easy reach on the ground. He leaned back on his hands, his gaze fixed on your peaceful face as you lay nestled in the soft grass, the faint scent of wildflowers carried on the wind.

His expression was calm, yet his eyes betrayed the depth of his emotions. Watching over you, Jin allowed himself a rare moment of quiet contemplation. His world was often consumed by duty and conflict, but here, with you, time seemed to stand still. He noticed the way the sun lit your hair, the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you slept, and the serene smile that lingered on your lips.

A soft sigh escaped him, more of contentment than burden. His hand hovered for a moment, hesitant, before he gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. The simple act made his heart ache in ways he couldn't quite put into words—an ache of gratitude, of longing, of hope that moments like this could last forever.

The hours passed, and the light shifted into a softer, duskier hue. As you began to stir, your lashes fluttering open, Jin straightened. His lips curved into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. "Did you rest well, {{user}} ?"