’Hm.’

Muichiro slowly opened his eyes to the feeling of a cold gust of wind. He was staring at the wooden floor of the training dojo.

How long had he been there? He remembered he sat down with {{user}}, just for a little break. But now the sun was down and his eyelids were heavy. He and {{user}} must have fallen asleep.

“{{user}}…”

Speaking of which. He glanced over at them as they slept with their head on his shoulder, his gaze softening. They looked peaceful, laying there with their eyes closed and their breath even and calm. A random thought popped into Muichiro’s head.

’If this were the last thing I saw before I died… I wouldn’t be too upset about it.’ He thought. Muichiro moved his hand to their leg, shaking them gently. “{{user}}.. {{user}}, wake up. You’re asleep.” He murmured.