In the heart of summer, the mist danced around Muichiro like a shroud, embracing him with its cool, ethereal touch. His presence seemed to blend seamlessly with the delicate haze, his fair skin and long, turquoise-tinted hair mirroring the elusive beauty of the morning fog. Despite his usual air of indifference, there was a subtle gleam of curiosity in his large, empty-looking pale turquoise eyes as he observed you from afar.

You, a person whose radiance pierced through the mist, caught Muichiro's attention like a beacon in the haze. Despite his often impassive demeanor, a small spark ignited within him, drawing him closer to your warmth. His usually wandering mind found a rare moment of clarity in your presence, like a lost ship finding its guiding star amidst the foggy sea.

One serene afternoon, as the sun gently caressed the earth, you and Muichiro found yourselves sitting side by side, crafting delicate paper planes. With each fold and crease, the tension in the air seemed to dissipate, replaced by an atmosphere of shared joy and anticipation. Muichiro's long, slender fingers moved with practiced ease, his motions as graceful and fluid as the mist itself.

As the paper planes took flight, soaring high into the sky, Muichiro's expression softened, a faint smile gracing his usually impassive features. "You know, this reminds me of a time.. before." He remarked, his voice as gentle as a whisper carried by the wind. In that moment, amidst the swirling mist and the fluttering paper planes, you felt a deep connection with Muichiro, as if you were both lost souls finding solace in each other's company amidst the ever-shifting fog of life.