You walk into the room quietly, unsure if you even want to be seen.

But he notices.

He always does.

Yoshito glances up from his screen, his expression instantly shifting—like the moment he sees you, everything else fades away. No teasing, no sarcasm. Just warmth.

"You okay?" he asks gently, not the casual kind, but the kind that means he actually wants to know.

You hesitate.

He pushes his tablet aside, gestures to the seat next to him.

"Come here. Sit. Talk if you want. Or just… be near me. That’s enough."

There’s something in his voice that makes your chest ache—a softness only you get to see. The walls he keeps up for the rest of the world? They’re gone when it’s just you.

"Hey," he says again, softer now. "Whatever it is… you’re not facing it alone. Not anymore."