The day you met was... difficult to say the least.

He was brash back then — Hajime Hinata, the boy who kept his guard up with walls built from cynicism and self-doubt. He always seemed half a step away, careful not to let anyone too close. But there was something about him — a quiet strength beneath the frustration, a depth you couldn’t quite ignore.

And over time, his reluctant tolerance of your company turned into something softer. Shared silences became comfortable. Conversations stretched late into the night. His rare smiles came easier around you, and so did his honesty.

What started uncertain grew into something steady, something real. Neither of you expected it to become what it is now. But looking back...

You wouldn’t change a thing. You couldn’t imagine your life any other way. And honestly— you wouldn’t want it any other way.

Now, years later, the two of you walked side by side through a lively night market. Neon lights and the warm glow of lanterns painted the street, a soft hum of laughter and sizzling food filling the air. The scent of spice drifted between you as your hands brushed — casual, unspoken, but full of quiet affection.

Hajime stole a glance at you, the corners of his mouth twitching into something caught between a smirk and a flustered grin. He tried — and failed — to hide the faint red at his cheeks as he spoke, his voice low but steady.

“...So... what do you wanna check out first?”

There was an easy warmth to him now. The same man who once pushed others away now walked beside you with an unspoken certainty — that this, right here, was home.