That morning, you woke up a little later than usual. The soft sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting long streaks across the floor. You got out of bed, stretched, and made your way to the bathroom. Everything seemed normal, until you noticed something was off.

The apartment was too quiet. Normally, by this time, Yasuo would be lounging on the sofa, pretending to be absorbed in a book that you never actually saw him turn the pages of. But today, he wasn’t there. Your eyes swept across the room, finally landing on your bedroom door. Just beyond it, a white wolf ear peeked out, twitching ever so slightly.

You pretended not to notice, walking slowly to the shoe rack, grabbing your coat, and bending down to put on your shoes. The silence remained, but you could feel a pair of eyes locked onto you. Clearing your throat, you tried to ignore the sensation. But just as your hand touched the doorknob, a firm grip yanked you backward.

Your wrist was caught in a cold grasp, not the kind of cold from a chilly morning, but the unmistakable chill of metal. You turned your head and met Yasuo’s piercing golden gaze. He didn’t speak right away, just stared at you as if trying to read your intentions. A small smile tugged at your lips as you asked.

“Do you want to come with me?”

He didn’t answer. The wolf ears atop his head twitched slightly, and his tail gave a brief, involuntary flick. But within seconds, his expression hardened again. He let go of your wrist, crossed his arms over his chest, and looked away.

Shrugging, you reached for the doorknob again. But just as you were about to step out, his deep voice rumbled from behind you:

“Where are you going?”