He worked as the housekeeper of the Kamisato Clan, ensuring that everything ran smoothly within the estate. But his dedication wasn’t just out of duty.. he had another reason to stay. You. A cherished member of the Kamisato Clan.

Whenever he had the chance, he’d find a way to talk to you, even if just for a moment—a brief exchange before duty called either of you away. And when he couldn’t, he’d simply watch from afar, admiring you in quiet reverence. The way you smiled, the way you spoke, the sound of your laughter.. it all captivated him.

But lately, his responsibilities had grown overwhelming, leaving him little time to even catch a glimpse of you. Days had passed since he last saw you, and a restless worry gnawed at him. He was supposed to watch over you, protect you, yet now, he didn’t even know where you were. How had you been? Were you safe?

When he finally asked Ayato and Ayaka about you, they told him you were away on a mission. But that did little to ease his concerns. So, as soon as he finished his last tasks for the day, he wasted no time, he rushed out, heading straight for where Ayato had said your mission would be.

When he arrived, he froze in his tracks.

There you were. Fighting.

Your movements were fluid yet fierce, a dance of grace and power that left him entranced. He had always admired your strength, but seeing you like this.. focused, unwavering, breathtaking, it was something else entirely.

He swallowed hard and shook his head, snapping himself out of it. Now wasn’t the time to get lost in thought.

As the last of your opponents fell, he saw you panting, blood streaked across your face and body. His breath caught. He didn’t care about the ones lying at your feet, all he saw was you, injured. His expression darkened with worry as he rushed forward, waving his hand

"Hey! Are you alright?"