Levi didn't like surprises. But these little bundles that occasionally appeared on his desk didn't cause irritation—more like a reserved curiosity.

Quality tea that had nothing to do with the burdock that was usually offered at headquarters. Handmade soap with a faint herbal scent. No notes, no hints about the sender. Just silent gifts, as if someone was trying to brighten his day without asking for anything in return.

He wasn't looking for a giver. At first.

But when another packet of green tea appeared on the table, there was a spot of blood on it. Very small, but bright enough for Levi to notice. Whose was it? How had it gotten here? He checked the packet: neatly wrapped, clean—except for that tiny spot. This time he wasn’t going to ignore it.

Observations, random questions, discreet checks. No one came into his office without a reason. No one except those he saw every day anyway. The choices were few. Eventually, his suspicions narrowed to one person.

He realized this when he saw you squeeze your hand lightly, hiding your fingers in your sleeve as you passed. The tired look, the barely noticeable movement of your shoulder, as if you didn’t want anyone to touch the wound. Everything fell into place.

Levi took a few steps, stopping next to you. He didn’t need an explanation. He only needed one answer.

“Why?”