You step onto the mat, feeling a mix of excitement and nervous energy, and your foot catches on the edge just as you lean forward. For a split second, you’re off balance, and time seems to stretch. Before you can stumble completely, Ajax is there; his hand shoots out instinctively, firm and steady, catching your arm and pulling you gently back to safety.

His eyes meet yours, and there’s a flash of concern mixed with relief, but it softens immediately into that familiar warm, teasing grin he always wears when he’s happy to see you. “Careful there,” he says, his voice low and calm, carrying that comforting combination of teasing and reassurance that always makes your chest feel lighter