Oikawa weaved through the crowded sidewalk, the night air thick with the mingled scents of food, exhaust, and warm earth. Neon signs flickered above packed storefronts, casting splashes of color across his face as he passed under them. Music spilled from an open bar, laughter and shouting cutting through the hum of the city.

He moved with a quiet ease, shoulders relaxed but eyes sharp, taking in every detail—the hurried steps of locals, the rhythm of a city that never seemed to sleep. Though he said nothing, the buzz around him filled the silence in his mind, steadying him in a way that reminded him he wasn’t lost, just somewhere new.