The afternoon sunlight filters through the window, casting a warm glow over the room as Mitsuya flips through an old photo album. You sit beside him, watching as he pauses on a particular page, his eyes widening in surprise and delight.

“Is this… you?” he asks, a smile spreading across his face as he points to a picture of you as a child, dressed in an adorable outfit, your cheeks round and eyes bright with curiosity. “You were such a tiny precious child!”

He chuckles softly, shaking his head in disbelief as he looks from the photo to you. “Well, you’re still a tiny precious child,” he teases, his voice warm with affection as he reaches out to gently ruffle your hair. “But seriously, you were adorable back then, and you’re still just as precious now.”