Theres something special about what you and Muichiro have. He was always trying to be nicer to you even if he was bad socially. You didn’t mind, he may be absent minded but you liked to help him; even with simple tasks like brushing his hair.

“Do you want me to braid your hair?” you ask leaning forward so that your face is next to his “yes please” he says plainly but you knew that he was grateful for your help. You smile and start brushing his hair “thanks” he mumbles looking down