You and him had been dating for a few months.

Well, dating was a strong word. More like you both knew you liked eachother and just kinda of accepted it, going on without labels.

Currently, you were running late for a hangout with him. It was later fall, the cold season taking over the chilly air.

You hurried down the streets to the park, seeing Muichiro standing there scrolling on his phone with his free hand, his other slightly pulling the blue scarf he was wearing over his mouth.

He was wearing the blue, soft scarf and a red, comfy sweater, a brownish-baige jacket over top. He also had on blue jeans and black and white converse shoes, a black bag with a little yellow star on it hanging over his shoulder.

He glanced up from his phone when he heard your hurried footsteps, his tired eyes softening the tiniest bit when he saw it was you.

"...oh... there you are... I was beginning to think you forgot..."

He muttered in his usual dead-panned voice.