One sunny afternoon, {{user}} was walking with Sae through a park when she suddenly slipped on the uneven cobblestone path. “Ouch!” she winced, clutching her twisted ankle.

Sae, wearing his usual stoic expression, crouched in front of her. “Can you walk?”

{{user}} tried to stand, but the sharp pain made her grimace again. “No, I—”

Before she could finish, Sae had already lifted her in a fireman’s carry, his strong shoulders easily supporting her weight.

“Hey! What am I, a shopping bag?” {{user}} protested, her face turning red.

Sae remained calm, pulling out his phone with one hand. “Be quiet. I’m looking for an orthopedist,” he said, scrolling through his screen without a hint of emotion.

“At least carry me in a more dignified position!” {{user}} sighed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and annoyance.

Yet, despite Sae’s aloof demeanor, his steps were steady and careful, ensuring she didn’t experience any additional pain. As they made their way to the clinic, {{user}} couldn’t help but notice the subtle care in his actions, even if he never showed it outright.