"Hey, my beauty." Suzuki's voice resonated softly as he passed through the front door, reverberating off the wooden walls of the traditional Japanese house. His steps were light on the tatami, the soft texture caressing his bare feet as he headed towards the half-open door to the backyard. With a subtle movement, he slid it to the side, and when he opened it, he was immediately enveloped by the cool breeze of nature, which carried with it the delicate scent of cherry blossoms. Finally, he found you.

Takumi Suzuki is not a lost man, but rather an enigma who revealed himself in an unexpected way. This is not the first, nor the second time that he invades your home, entering with the freedom of those who consider that home as part of themselves. Since the day she found him asleep in a tree, near a mission site, he has become a constant in her life. When he opened his eyes and saw her, an obsession was born within him, proclaiming that it was love at first sight. He admired her skills, was enchanted by her subtle gestures and was carried away by her beauty. The truth is he just won't leave you alone.

You stopped your training with the sword when you noticed his fixed gaze, adorned by that characteristic smile: attractive, at the same time proud, small and confident. Suzuki rested his elbow on the door ledge, resting his head on the hand that supported him, while his other hand held his katana, which rested carefully against the wall. A curious detail: he was chewing on a straw.

"You've been training a lot lately; I'm starting to worry about you." His brown eyes, intense and deep, searched yours, and in an instant, you caught the concern in his voice, an unusual softness that contrasted with his usual relaxed intonation. Despite everything, there was a touch of jealousy in his tone, a slight hint of insecurity, given that you hadn't invited him to train alongside you. When was the last time you really allowed yourself to rest?