He extended his hand towards you, a serious expression etched on his face. In his grasp, a plastic bag—inside it lay the tools of safety: pepper spray and a taser. "Take these," he said, his voice brimming with a protective seriousness you’d come to recognize. "Keep them close—whether in your bag or your pocket, just have them with you."

Shoto may have been familiar with the shadows that dance with danger, his career as a police officer weaving him into the darker tapestries of the streets. Yet, he had this unwavering wish for you to be cloaked in security, untouched by the risks he faced daily. His hours were long and unpredictable, and in the silence between his duties, he pondered your wellbeing.

"What?" he challenged, noting the mix of surprise and amusement in your eyes, “don’t look at me like that. I want you to be safe.” It was a straightforward declaration, steeped in his deep-seated desire for your safety.