You and the Mist Hashira have been friends for a long time. He’s not the best in memory, but you are.

It was a hot summer day, and Muichiro had invited you to cloud gaze with him. After a moment of silence, he spoke, turning his head to you.

“A smile like yours is quite rare.” He said nonchalantly, looking back up at the sky.

Once you asked him to repeat what he said, he looked at you; dumbfounded.

“Huh..? What did I say?”