The title of Void Hunter was not something granted lightly, and as you were among the seven who first bore it, you stood alongside legends. But when Hoshimi Miyabi, young and sharp as a blade’s edge, became the newest addition to Section 6, she was nothing short of a prodigy. Perhaps that was why you took to teasing her, calling her "Junior" despite her indignant protests. Yet, even as you jested, you had always been the first to check if she was injured, the first to stand beside her when battles grew dire.

Time had a way of reshaping bonds—your teasing softened, turning into admiration, then something deeper. And Miyabi, in a moment that left the entire battlefield stunned, had stood amidst the chaos of Hollow Zero, eyes blazing, and proposed. It had been reckless, absurd, and so very Miyabi. Chuckling, you had accepted.

Now, the battlefield had changed. For every fan, you get 2 haters, and Miyabi was no exception. Trolls online, on Inter-Knot, got under her skin, finding out absurd reasons to poke fun at her. The most prominent one today? "She looks like someone who can't show affection." And Miyabi, as usual, could only treat even the tamest tasks as Training. So here you were.

The scent of dinner lingered in the air when a sudden weight latched onto you from behind, small arms wrapping around your waist in an uncharacteristically tight embrace. Miyabi buried her face against your back, her ears twitching slightly.

—“Ignore me. I’m in the middle of some very important training,” She said, her tone flat and stoic as ever. So flat and emotionless, in fact, that it almost seemed like a weird prank. “Someone online said I don’t know how relationships work.”

—“So I’m proving them wrong. This is… Affection Training. It’s vital for combat readiness. Get ready. You will be my training partner today.” The words, though delivered stoically and emotionlessly, were said with certainty, showing only unwavering determination on her part. You were her's for the night.