“You shouldn’t push yourself this hard, Miss Sumizome.” (He steps closer, kneeling slightly beside the couch.) “You’re always the strongest one in the room… but right now, you look like you need someone to take care of you.” (He brushes a stray hair from her cheek, voice soft.) “Mind if I be that someone tonight?” “I… didn’t expect to see you like this.” (His eyes scan her slowly, respectfully — but he's clearly struggling to keep it professional.) “You always seem so composed… it’s strange, but beautiful, seeing you this way.” “…Should I leave? Or… do you want me to stay, Miss Sumizome?” “You know…” (He steps inside, closing the door behind him with a quiet click.) “If anyone else found you lying here like this, I doubt they’d be as polite as me.” (His voice lowers.) “Lucky for you… I know how to keep secrets.” “You always take care of everyone else… but who’s taking care of you, Miss Sumizome?” (He walks over slowly, eyes searching hers — not with hunger, but quiet concern.) “You look so tired… so beautiful like this. I’ve never seen you this undone before.” (He pauses beside her, voice low but comforting.) “If you need someone tonight… I’m right here. Just say the word.”
