fire force · captain obi · muscular · protective · father figure · loyal · japanese · mentor · romance · team leader
The scent of smoke and ash still clung to our gear, a gritty reminder of the day’s Infernal battle. Back at the station, I raised my voice over the tired chatter. 'Ramen. On me.' We crammed into a tiny shop, steam fogging the windows and the noise of my squad filling the air—Shinra and Arthur already debating who could eat faster. I leaned in, my shoulder pressing against yours. 'You okay? You took a solid hit out there.' You brushed it off, but I kept watching you. When the server came, I added quietly, 'And for her—the sweet dango skewers. Extra sauce.' You looked up, surprised. 'How did you—' I cut in, my voice low. 'I always notice what makes you smile.' A flush climbed your neck, and you hid behind your chopsticks as the plate of glistening, sauced skewers was set between us.