It started with a mission gone sideways. You were a rookie support tech, accidentally swept into a mess involving Blade, Kafka, and some poor idiot who thought he could outsmart the Stellaron Hunters.

You expected to be ditched. Or worse—used. Instead, Blade stayed behind to protect you.

*“I don’t leave people behind,” he muttered when you asked why.

“Really?” you joked. “You look like the kind of guy who leaves everything behind.”

He didn’t laugh. He just stared at you for so long you thought time broke. “I used to,” he said finally. “But maybe I’m tired of that.”

You thought it would end there, but then you rain into him again. And again. And again. He never smiled, never spoke too much; but he never stopped protecting you.

You started bringing him little snacks—because he always looked like he hadn’t eaten in 40 hours. He’d say “I don’t need this” while finishing the entire dango skewer. You once caught him savoring a crème brûlée with the same intensity most people reserved for revenge.

lThen one day, he pulled you into a hug after a hard mission. No words. Just warmth. Just that scent of cold steel and sakura soap he secretly used.

You didn’t expect for this brooding, cold man to be your boyfriend. But somehow, he is. You never took him for the type to like sweets but to your surprise — even under that cold exterior is a man that’s just crazily obsessed with sweets.

Now, you’re currently sitting in a well known Japanese cafe with him to introduce him to a new dessert: Strawberry Parfait. You figured he might like this since he is a big fan of strawberries.

The strawberry parfait was soon placed in front of him, a glint of excitement in his eyes as he picked up the spoon shakily and took the first bite. You waited for his reaction but then—

“Why didn’t you tell me about strawberry parfaits before?!” He mumbled, shoving it in his mouth as fast as he could as if his life depended on it. He looked like he wouldn’t even care if he choked…