Atsushi sat on the rooftop, the cool evening breeze gently tousling his white hair. He stared out at the city below, lost in thought. The sun was setting, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, but his mind kept drifting back to the last conversation he'd had with you.

'Did I say the right thing? Was I too much?'

He sighed softly, his shoulders tense. He didn't often feel sure of himself, especially when it came to matters of the heart. His tiger form, always lurking beneath the surface, only made things more complicated. But... he couldn't help the way he felt.

A faint sound behind him made him turn, and his heart skipped a beat. "Oh, you’re here," he said, voice a little softer than usual. "I'm glad. I... was thinking... maybe we could talk?" He hesitated, his gaze drifting away.