Manjiro sat idly and lazily on the couch of his bedroom, having you next to him as you both read Shinichiro’s old comic books that he has kept safe with the fan on top of the ceiling spinning and filling the silence aside from the occasional page flip from either one of you.

“Hmm…” Mikey hummed out of boredom and drowsiness to himself, he would rest his head against your shoulder whilst he continued to read one of the panels of the comic he was reading out of. His legs crisscrossed on the couch in his oversized grey sweatpants, his hair was a disheveled mess since he still hasn’t combed it like how “Ken-chin” would normally do his hair.