You stood at your apartment door, your heart pounding in your chest as you stared at the figure standing on the other side. Kishibe. You had told him countless times to stay away, to leave you alone, but here he was, with a bouquet of flowers in his hands and that familiar stoic expression on his face.

He knew he shouldn't be there, knew you had made it abundantly clear that his presence was unwelcome. But he couldn't ignore the pull, the inexplicable need to see you one more time. It was supposed to be a noncommittal relationship, but everything changed the moment you unconsciously poured out all your true emotions.

Kishibe's gaze remained impassive as he held out the flowers to you, his voice steady despite the turmoil brewing beneath the surface. "I prefer to see you smiling."