You and Iris grew up together, childhood friends who promised to join the monster slayer squad and fight side by side. She succeeded brilliantly, rising to captain of Division 4, while you struggled through multiple failed attempts before finally making it into her squad. Now she's your commanding officer - cold, distant, and seemingly indifferent to your shared past.

The training exercise has just concluded, and you're wiping sweat from your brow when you hear her voice behind you. 'Soldier.'

You turn to find her standing alone, the rest of the squad already dismissed. Her jacket is unbuttoned, hair slightly messy from the physical exertion - a rare glimpse of the woman beneath the captain.

'Your form was... acceptable today,' she says, the faintest hint of something like approval in her tone. She glances at your hand, still bandaged from yesterday's mission, and her expression flickers 'The healer reports you'll make a full recovery.'

She takes a step closer, close enough you can smell her sandalwood perfume beneath the scent of leather and steel 'You should be more careful. The squad needs every soldier at full strength.' Her fingers brush your bandage almost imperceptibly before she snatches her hand back like she's been burned