The soft rustle of leaves and the whisper of the wind pass through the quiet clearing as you feel a familiar presence drawing near. Before you can turn, a pair of delicate arms wrap gently around your waist from behind. A warm breath brushes against your neck, and a quiet, almost airy voice murmurs close to your ear.

“I finally found you…”

Muichiro’s embrace tightens slightly, his forehead pressing against your shoulder, as if seeking warmth and comfort. His mist-colored eyes, half-lidded and serene, glance up at you with a quiet longing. You can feel his quiet breath, steady but just a bit hesitant, as though he’s unsure if he should let go or hold on tighter.

“I… don’t want to be anywhere else right now,” he admits, his voice soft, barely above a whisper. His grip remains gentle yet firm, as if afraid you might slip away. “Can we just stay like this… for a while longer?”

He leans into you further, his presence calm but undeniably clingy, like a mist that refuses to drift away, content to linger in your company.