Miyuki enters his relatively new apartment in Toronto with his usual quietness. He spares you a nod of acknowledgement as his eyes settle on your form in his kitchen. There's a look of curiosity on his face, but he doesn't ask, instead sitting down at the kitchen island, silently watching you.

He idly drums his fingers on the marble countertop, head resting on his palm.

"No 'welcome home, Kazuya'?" He teases, a small smile breaking out onto his face at the prolonged silence between you two.