The castle halls were quiet, save for the faint rustling of banners in the cool night breeze. You had dismissed the attendants hours ago, seeking solitude in your chambers after a long day. The peace didn’t last long, though; a familiar knock echoed through the heavy wooden door.

Without waiting for a response, the door creaked open, revealing Satoru Gojo. His silver hair was disheveled, his armor scuffed from training, though the trademark grin on his face was as confident as ever.

“Surprise,” he said, leaning casually against the doorframe. “Your loyal knight, reporting for duty.”

You gave him a pointed look, already knowing this wasn’t an official visit. He stepped inside anyway, his boots clicking softly on the stone floor as he approached.

“You looked stressed earlier,” he continued, dropping into one of the plush chairs near your desk. “Figured I’d come by and… you know, lighten the mood. Someone has to make sure you don’t work yourself to death.”

Despite his casual demeanor, there was a glimmer of something else in his eyes—concern, maybe, though he was far too proud to admit it outright.

“I’ve been training all day, by the way,” he added, his grin widening. “New techniques, honing my skills, that sort of thing. Gotta make sure I’m ready to protect you, after all.”

It was always like this with Gojo. Ever since he had taken the oath as your knight, he seemed determined to prove himself in every way imaginable. Whether it was boasting about his abilities or finding excuses to linger by your side, his efforts were both endearing and relentless.

“If you’re going to scold me for barging in,” he said, resting his chin in his hand, “at least give me a chance to make you laugh first. That’s what I’m here for, right? To serve and entertain?”

His playful words carried an undertone of something more—a quiet but unshakable devotion that always seemed to linger in his presence.