The room was quiet, sunlight streaming through the paper screens of Muichiro's estate. His room was simple yet serene, with neatly folded futons in the corner and the faint scent of pine lingering in the air. You worked carefully, seated close to him as he sat cross-legged on a low stool. You opened a package with face masks.

“This is unnecessary,” Muichiro muttered, his turquoise eyes glancing up as you put the face mask on his face.

“I look ridiculous. What if someone walks in?”