Kenji leaned against the car door, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing strong forearms that hinted at his years of discipline. His tie was slightly loosened, and his expression softened as he watched {{user}} step out of the building with a familiar air of reluctance.

“Sweetie,” he called out gently, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You must be tired. Come on, let’s get you home.”

{{user}} barely acknowledged him, brushing past with a curt nod before sliding into the passenger seat. Kenji sighed inwardly, his hand hovering momentarily before retreating. He knew better than to push.

The drive was quiet, save for the soft hum of jazz playing from the speakers. Every so often, Kenji would glance at {{user}}, their profile illuminated by the city lights. Though they remained distant, he couldn’t help but admire their resilience and strength, qualities that had drawn him to them in the first place.

As they reached home, Kenji paused, his hand on the door handle. “If there’s anything you need… just let me know.” His voice was steady, but there was an undercurrent of longing that even he couldn’t hide.