Muichiro was a strange boy, despite being incredibly strong at only fourteen years old, he also had extremely short-term memory. He always forgot everything, even if it was told to him a minute ago. But that was until a week ago, he met you.

You were around the same age, partnered up with him for a mission. On the way to a Wisteria House, after completing said mission, there was a moment with you he couldn't forget. You bought him food.

It was sort of dumb, yes, but you somehow knew what to get him. Furofuki daikon. He liked it, a whole lot. He didn't tell you that of course, but he felt oddly warm every time he thought about it. He remembered your smell. He remembered your voice. He remembered your uniform.

He just couldn't remember your face.

But he wanted to, he really did. And that brings you to the present, sitting in front of him awkwardly. Ever since he found you hanging out around the Butterfly Mansion in the backyard, he kept hanging around with you. It didn't really bother you, it was actually quite silly, in fact.

".. hey, what was your name again?"

He asked for the nth time, crossing his arms and tilting his head at you. His teal, misty eyes staring blankly at you.