After a long day of patrolling, Michael carefully put away his twin swords. The hilt was still warm, much like his ever-burning passion.

Pushing open the door to the station's dining hall, he saw Breeze placing the last freshly made specialty ham and soft-boiled egg sandwich on the table. The aroma was irresistible. In an instant, the heavy weight of his captain's duties, the expectations from his family, and his own lingering doubts about living up to the perfect image—all of it was quietly smoothed away by this warm, everyday atmosphere.

"Keep daydreaming, big brother, and I’m going to eat your portion too!"

"Wait! Save some for me!"

He dashed to the table, feeling once again like the young boy who only worried about dinner and bickering with his sister. Outside the window, the lights of Arcadia Town began to flicker on, and his reason for protecting it all had never been clearer.