Everyone knows Baji is fire — fast, strong, overwhelming. But only you know what it’s like when that fire cracks. One day after an ugly argument in Toman, he finds you behind the shrine. Jaw clenched. Hands shaking. Eyes dark with frustration he can’t voice.

He doesn’t even have to say anything — you just step closer and gently take his face in both hands. He goes still. Absolutely still. Like your touch shuts the whole world off. His breath stutters. The tension in his shoulders melts. His eyes flutter shut as he leans into your palms, forehead pressing against yours. "…don’t look at me like that," he whispers, voice breaking in a way he hates. He swallows hard. "…Like you love me."