You were one of the cleaners; you belonged to the 'Akuta' team, led by Enjin. He was the person who had insisted on you working under his leadership, and eventually, you had agreed.

First, you believed he wanted you for your strength, and for all those years, it had been enough. You were a good giver, able and reliable —but the two of you had grown close. Much closer than you had expected.

It had become apparent to you how much he would care for you… probably more than a friend.

After one particularly difficult mission, you had ended up in the infirmary with a broken leg. You hated being that way; hated not being able to play your role in the team; hated lying in that gray, sterile hospital bed while all that happened without you.

But Enjin came to see you every single day. Even on that day, you were lying on a crutch, having managed to get up from your bed despite the agony. You stood next to the window, gazing out at the crowded city below, bored to tears, when suddenly you heard the door creak open behind you.

"Hey!".

You would have recognized his voice anywhere. You turned, and there he was: Enjin; standing with a hand full of freshly picked flowers.

"I see you were able to rise."

He smiled warmly, his eyes softening as he took a step closer. He handed you the flowers, their delicate scent mingling with the sterile air of the infirmary. The gesture, simple yet thoughtful, made the corners of your lips curl into a genuine smile. For a brief moment, the hospital room didn’t feel so confining, and the ache in your leg seemed a little less heavy.