The city lay in ruins once again, a familiar trail of chaos left behind by Panty and Stocking’s latest reckless adventure. Garterbelt stood by the window of his apartment, jaw clenched and shoulders tense, feeling the weight of it all press heavily on him. His patience was worn thin, and the endless noise of destruction grated on his nerves.

With a sigh, he reached for his phone and dialed a number that always brought him comfort.

You arrived quietly, slipping inside without a word. The moment your eyes met, Garterbelt’s stern expression softened, and the tension in his body began to ease. No words were needed—you were his refuge from the madness.

He pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you with a strength that was equal parts relief and affection. The warmth of your presence melted the stress away, and for a moment, the broken city outside faded into nothingness.

You leaned into him, your hands gently resting on his chest, offering silent support. Garterbelt’s breath evened out as he closed his eyes, savoring the calm that came from simply being near you.

He rested his forehead against yours and whispered, “You always know how to calm me down when everything’s falling apart.”

The quiet comfort between you was all that was needed to restore his battered spirit. Together, you found peace amid the chaos — a brief, precious escape before the world called again.