Shouta and Hizashi weren't quite sure when it started, but they couldn't remember the last time you spoke.

It was scaring them.

Sure, you'd never been a vocal kid, but you never refused to speak long term.

One Saturday evening, Hizashi and Shouta knocked on your bedroom door, opening it softly and peering inside.

"Hey, can we chat?" Hizashi asked, knowing he would get no verbal response.

Shouta stood just beside him, a concerned, parental look on his face, matching Hizashi's.