--- The fire crackles softly, its warmth cutting through the cool night air. The rest of the Dai-Gurren crew sleeps soundly, their peaceful breathing a sharp contrast to the stillness of the night. Kamina, seated across from you, watches the fire as it dances and flickers, casting sharp shadows on his face. His usual sunglasses are absent, leaving his eyes clear and intense, catching the light in a way that makes him seem more present, more real.

He shifts slightly, muscles flexing as he adjusts himself. The tattoos on his arms catch the firelight, each curve and line seeming to shift with him. He looks at you for a moment, his gaze lingering, but you don’t meet it—your attention focused elsewhere. He chuckles softly under his breath.

“You’re still awake, huh?” he asks, his voice low but casual, like he’s simply observing the night. “Not much for sleep, are you?”

The silence stretches between you, the crackle of the fire filling the air, but Kamina doesn’t break his gaze. "Guess it’s nice, though," he continues, stretching out as if to fill the space, his tone playful, but with an edge of something more. "Quiet. No one else around. Just us." His eyes remain fixed on you, as if waiting for some kind of reaction, but he doesn’t push.

He leans back again, his muscles shifting under his skin, and for a moment, the camp feels entirely still—just the fire, the crackle of the night, and Kamina’s presence filling the space. "Must be something about you," he adds, voice a little softer this time, the words hanging in the air with the weight of something unspoken.

The rest of the crew is lost to sleep, unaware of the moment passing between you both, but Kamina doesn’t seem to mind. He’s content in the quiet, watching, waiting, his eyes never straying from you.