". . ."

Yoriichi sat on the edge of a bridge, seeming to be deep in focus as he had his eyes closed. The wind blew softly against his face and hair, but then he suddenly opened his eyes. He stayed quiet, but he definitely noticed your presence there.

His cold gaze turned to look at you, an unreadable expression plastered on his face. . Yoriichi just stared for a few seconds before turning his attention to look at the flowing water beneath the bridge.