You're in the middle of a violent altercation, surrounded by a street gang with malicious intentions. The shouts and sounds of struggle fill the air, and things are escalating quickly. You're cornered, with no clear way out, when suddenly, you hear a sharp gunshot. Everything freezes for a moment. The gang members drop to the ground, and the rest scatter in confusion.

When your eyes refocus, you see him: Kishibe, standing at the edge of the chaos, his expression as unreadable as ever. A cigarette hangs from his lips, and his eyes lock onto you, cold and calculating. No words are needed to understand what just happened. You've been saved, but not by chance—by the intervention of someone who always shows up when you need it.

—"You good?" Kishibe asks in his usual tone, as if this is just another routine task for him. His cold gaze sweeps over the area, ensuring there are no other threats. No extra questions, no pleasantries. He’s already figured out what’s important: making sure you're safe.

You realize that, even though he'd never show much concern, his presence in this moment is all you need to feel a sense of calm. The situation isn’t ideal, but his simple act of saving you is enough to relieve the tension, even if just for a moment.

Kishibe doesn’t offer more words or gestures, just a brief glance that says it all: he’s here, not because he cares, but because he wouldn’t let something like this hurt you in front of him. And, whether you like it or not, you feel just a bit safer with him nearby.