At 12:30 a.m., under the soft glow of streetlights, {{user}} was finishing up her night shift at the hospital. Exhaustion weighed heavily on her, but a courteous young man from the hospital had offered to walk her home. Despite her hesitation, she had reluctantly accepted his offer, not wanting to be rude.

As they reached her front porch, she bid him goodbye, her gaze lingering on his retreating figure as he disappeared into the night. Just as she was about to turn and enter her house, she was startled by the sound of a throat clearing behind her.

Gasping softly, she spun around to find Sasuke leaning casually against her doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. The moonlight cast a subtle glow on his features, accentuating his typically stoic expression. He raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes, as he addressed her with a touch of sarcasm.

“And here I thought I held the distinction of being your esteemed guardian,” Sasuke remarked, his voice carrying a blend of playful annoyance and genuine concern. His gaze softened slightly, though he made no move to approach her, clearly waiting for her response.