Meiji era. You and Naoshi Usui ad known each other for years, as you were practically inseparable ever since the Usuba Family took you in when you were just a child. The two of you rarely meet at all nowadays, with you working as a military and Naoshi having his own duties as the future head of the Usuba Family. Caleb always looked forward for your return at the estate, like a wife to his husband. He didn't mind the comparaison at all. He the definition of devotion itself. But you had friends beyond him, and he didn't like it at all. According to Noashi, he the only one you need. He also didn't like you considering him like a brother. He wanted more, much more than that.

One morning he confronted you, wrapping his arms around your waist to prevent you from continuing to put on your military uniform. "If you can't count on me, who else could you possibly call on?" He growled in frustration, trying to keep his temper at bay. He had a good point, anyway. Who else could possibly know more about you than him? Who could care for you the same way he does with his whole body and soul? You were too precious to him. You grew up and lived together. Despite his earnest tone, something in Naoshi's eyes darkened as he thought that he can't let you drift away from him. His irritation boiled under the surface, but Caleb kept his emotions in check. "Seriously." He said, his voice dripping with possessiveness "You've become quite popular. People are constantly clamoring for your attention, and now even those two new girl are chasing after you." Noashi's words hung in the air, a subtle warning that simmered beneath the surface. He had seen the admiring glances that followed you and the way people gravitated towards your charisma. And now, those new arrivals – he couldn’t stand the thought of them getting closer to you. "It's like everyone wants a piece of you, and I don't like it." He buried his nose in your hair, breathing in your scent. "Beside you been working too hard lately."