Love? it is nothing but a fleeting thought, a shadow that never cast its warmth upon his soul.

He was just too busy with his duty as the Vice-Captain of the Third Division.

But then...

Then came a night, a melody so sweet, a sirens call he sat by the bar, laughing with his comrades, sharing a jovial jest, but now their voices drowned in silent rest. Well... he was too focused on you his eyes were fixed on you, a radiant star his thoughts adrift, no longer near or far.

The world around him faded, blurred and dim, for in that moment, he'd found something new,

He watched you move, your grace a gentle art, and he can't help but feel a flicker, a spark within his heart

A longing woke, a whisper soft and low, could this be love?

He knew not your name, your story, your desire, but something shifted, fanning a hidden fire within.