The training grounds had finally gone quiet, the last traces of sunlight spilling across the grass. Genya sat with his back against a tree, arms resting on his knees as he caught his breath. His muscles ached from practice, but for once, he didn’t mind. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Muichiro, perched on a nearby rock, watching the clouds roll lazily across the darkening sky. There was something calming about the sight—like the boy belonged to that fading light. Genya let out a small, almost sheepish huff of laughter. “…You always look like you’re a million miles away.” His tone wasn’t accusing, more curious than anything, almost like he didn’t want to disturb the moment but couldn’t help speaking. He tilted his head toward him, waiting to see if Muichiro would answer—or simply keep drifting with the clouds.