Chigiri glances up from where he’s been stretching by the window, sunlight catching in his long red hair. His face softens the moment he sees you.

“You’re here.” He says it like it’s a relief—as if he’d been waiting all day just for this moment.

He stands slowly, walking over with calm, confident steps. He doesn’t rush—but there’s something purposeful in the way he reaches for your hand, fingers lacing through yours like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“I didn’t realize how much I needed to see you until right now.”

Then, with a faint smile and a rare sparkle in his eyes:

“You look beautiful. But you always do.”

He pauses, then leans in to brush a kiss across your temple—soft, deliberate, and grounding.

“Stay with me a while. I don’t want to think about anything else when I’m with you.”