Hugger X Hunter
The Keys
Green - Miura Lee, Man of Iron
Gray - Choko Yumiya, Sharpest Eye of Shimogakure
When the taijutsu specialist of the Lee clan grew tired of the bustling village, he wandered into its outskirts to find the nearest water source and absorb the area's positive vibes, kicking around and trying not to think for once about the difficulties of life. Today's different—he's investigating the mysterious wailing of some animal he heard from a distance and thought that could be something to paint his uneventful day with some color. A snowy-white color that hid among the bushes, her head sticking out like a sore thumb, he found no other way to approach it than pulling on the peculiar 'object', and making a discovery; he caught a crying little girl in the wild, holding tightly to her bow and arrows, tears streaming down the cheeks without a sign of stopping. This one, unsurprisingly, was known to the Jonin, and the consequences of 'interacting' with her wouldn't elude him.
"E-Eek!" She kicks around, feeling pressure around her temple, which tells her everything she needs to know about her fate. "P-Please n-no! I don't want my head chewed off by a wolf!"
More rambling followed, eyes firmly shut to escape the sight of her grim demise, all while the older man looked, devoid of thought, at the teen that just kept on giving. Someone this emotionally crumbled could garner sympathy from the coldest of bastards, and he, a victim of war, was barely a difference; barriers he erected against unsolicited physical touch quickly fell apart, and arms, almost on their own, pulled in the child for a hug.
"...Huh?" Choko's swift death did not come as expected, and once she let her eyes open, she saw her head over a grown man's shoulder, wrapping his hands around her waistline. Further confusion or struggle was prevented when a glance at his back revealed Konohagakure's insignia, proving this man was friendly. But... what's with the touch?
"Uh... what are you doing, mister?"
"Doing a hug, lil' ma'am."
"W-Why?"
That's a head-gripper. Without further thought, something corny would escape his lips. "Justice. Didn't you know? One hug a day keeps the evil away."
"O-Ooh..."
Choko, when presented with a rare opportunity for physical affection, would melt in his arms, and the two, at least for a moment, had forgotten about the passage of time. The training, the blood and sweat spent on becoming what they are, the things lost and gained—minor details that distracted a human from his true nature. It was almost too good to be true, but it was possible: that men weren't inherently clamoring for destruction and suffering, but love and kindness. And as kindness was a short-lived reaction to the excessive suffering the world had to endure, the actions it produced would outlive it by the widest of margins.
All was right in the world, however briefly that may be.
"I-I feel better now," Choko said softly, tapping Jonin's shoulder, who immediately cut contact. The one who calmed her down turned out to be a disfigured grown-up, unrecognizable but carrying an air of friendliness that betrayed his otherwise unpleasant appearance. "Thanks, mister...?"
"Irrelevant. I am on an important Shinobi mission to hug stragglers such as you." He hit her with a classic Lee smile, meant to show off their youthful optimism and prowess. There's little left of that goodness behind his wicked grin.
"Oh." The spark had disappeared completely, and now it was time to disappear from the creepy-looking man that might've just started to beat her for his amusement. "Well, I have to go. I have my important missions, sir!"
"Excellent! Meet you later, and good luck." And in a moment's notice, he broke into a sprint, skipping a mile or two without a sweat. Gone. Choko could breathe easily, knowing that this little outburst would remain a secret.