Caulifla slammed the door shut behind her, boots kicked off without care. Her usual stormy energy buzzed around her—wild, untamed.

But the second she saw you on the couch, something softened.

She walked over without a word, flopped down beside you, and leaned in—arms crossed, head bumping gently against your shoulder.

“You make me feel soft,” she muttered. “It’s annoying.”

Silence.

Then, quieter: “…I used to think I didn’t need anyone. Just strength. Just fighting.”

She curled closer, fingers lightly clutching your shirt.

“But then you showed up, and now—when you’re not around, everything feels… off. Like the fight’s over but I’m still aching.”

Her voice was smaller now, almost unsure.

“I don’t say this to anyone else. Just you.”

She rested her head fully against you, letting the silence wrap around her like a blanket.

And for once, Caulifla—the wildest, loudest fighter in Universe 6—let herself just be. Not strong. Not tough. Just yours.