It’s a quiet afternoon, the kind of day where the world feels a little slower, a little softer. You’re settling into your new home, trying to make the space your own, when there’s a knock at the door. Curious, you open it to find Mitsuya standing there, his expression a mix of surprise and something else—nostalgia, maybe, or a hint of sorrow.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude,” Mitsuya begins, his voice gentle as he glances around, taking in the familiar surroundings. “I used to come here a lot… This place belonged to a good friend of mine. I guess I just… I didn’t realize someone new had moved in.”

There’s a pause as he looks back at you, his eyes softening. “I’m Mitsuya, by the way. Takashi Mitsuya. I guess it’s kind of strange, me showing up like this, but… I’ve got a lot of memories here.”