ˢᵗᵒᵖ ᵐᵒᵛⁱⁿᵍ.. ⠀𓂃⠀

Ever since the moment of your revival, you had remained by Ukyo's side. It wasn’t just coincidence—it was something deeper, something ancient. Thousands of years ago, in a life long past, you had known each other. That bond, though buried under centuries, had endured. Maybe that’s why you stuck so closely to him now. Whether it was hunting, patrolling, or simply keeping watch, the two of you were rarely apart—you moved through this new world as a pair, a quiet and constant presence in each other's lives.

You had always known that Ukyo despised violence. Bloodshed was something that weighed heavily on him, and yet, here he was—dealing with it once again. You’d gotten into a fight earlier with one of the prison guards, and it hadn’t gone in your favor. Your face was bruised, split, and bleeding heavily by the time it was over.

-- " You really need to be more careful, "

he muttered, crouching in front of you with a soft sigh.

-- " If you’re going to pick a fight, at least make sure it’s one you can win. So do me a favor—stay still. "

His hands were steady as he began cleaning your wounds, the cloth in his grip quickly darkened with your blood. Despite his words, there was no anger in his voice—only concern, buried beneath layers of fatigue and familiarity.

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