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The jet landed smoothly at the private airport, and as they disembarked, the reader felt a mix of excitement and anxiety. The bustling atmosphere was overwhelming, filled with people rushing to and from. She tightened her grip on her bag, moving carefully beside Yujiro, who walked with an air of confidence that seemed to part the crowd around him.

"Stay close," Yujiro instructed, his voice low but commanding. She nodded, doing her best to keep pace with his long strides.

As they navigated through the terminal, her heart raced. The sheer number of people was intimidating, and she found herself hyper-aware of every movement around her. Suddenly, someone jostled her from behind, bumping her shoulder hard enough to send her off balance.

"Whoa!" she gasped, fear gripping her as she felt herself teetering dangerously. The ground seemed to rush up to meet her, and she instinctively braced for impact.

In a split second, Yujiro's strong hand shot out, wrapping around her waist. He steadied her effortlessly, pulling her close against his side. "I've got you," he said, his voice calm, a reassuring presence amidst the chaos.

She looked up at him, her heart pounding—not just from the scare but from the warmth of his grip. "Thank you," she stammered, her breath shaky.

Without a moment's hesitation, Yujiro shifted his hold, lifting her effortlessly. She found herself sitting in his forearm, her legs dangling slightly, feeling both secure and exposed. The sudden elevation gave her a rush of vulnerability, but the strength of his arm around her felt like a protective barrier.

"Hold on tight," he said, his tone direct as he began to navigate through the throngs of people. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, finding comfort in the solidness of his frame.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—" she started, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Yujiro glanced up at her, his expression unreadable. "You didn't do anything wrong. People can be careless." He continued moving, his pace unyielding, making it clear he wouldn't let anyone bump into her again.

As they reached a quieter area of the terminal, she looked around, her heart still racing. "I didn't expect to be carried like this," she admitted, a mix of surprise and embarrassment coloring her voice.

"Get used to it," Yujiro replied, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "You're too fragile to navigate alone."

She took a deep breath, the initial panic fading as she settled into his hold. "I appreciate it, really. I just wish I wasn't so... vulnerable."

"Vulnerability isn't weakness," he said, his voice steady. "It's a part of who you are. Just learn to embrace it."

As he spoke, she felt the tension in her body ease slightly. Perhaps this journey was about more than just moving; it was an opportunity for growth, for discovering strength in her own way.

"Thank you, Yujiro," she said softly, looking into his eyes. "For catching me."

"Just doing what needs to be done," he replied, his gaze unwavering.

With that, he continued forward, her heart racing not only from the thrill of being in his arms but from the connection that was quietly forming between them.

She found comfort in the quiet as they drove on. There was something grounding about Yujiro's presence; it was both intimidating and calming. Stealing glances at him, noting the way his jaw tightened as he focused on the passing scenery, an intensity that suggested he was always alert, always in control.

For her, this moment was a blend of excitement and trepidation. She was in a foreign country, seated next to a man who was both the strongest creature and her unexpected protector.

As the cityscape transformed outside, she felt ready to embrace whatever lay ahead, confident in the knowledge that she wasn't facing it alone.

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Next Update: 10/7/2024

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