The sun filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground as you and Muichiro sat side by side on a blanket. The atmosphere was peaceful, a stark contrast to the battles you both fought daily. After a long series of missions, you had found a rare moment of respite.

Muichiro, as usual, seemed distant, his focus on the simple, yet comforting meal in front of him. His chopsticks moved carefully, picking up a piece of rice, but his attention was elsewhere—often stealing glances at you, though he tried to hide it with his usual quiet demeanor.

You smiled softly, noticing his subtle glances. It was a simple lunch, just rice, vegetables, and a few small dishes you had prepared, but it felt like the most peaceful moment in the world with him by your side.

"You’re staring again," you teased lightly, lifting a piece of fish to your lips.

Muichiro blinked, startled, before looking away, his cheeks coloring ever so slightly. "I wasn’t staring," he muttered, though the faint pink tint on his face betrayed him.

You chuckled, reaching out to nudge his arm playfully. "It’s okay," you said, voice soft but warm. "I don’t mind."

He hesitated, then quietly returned your gaze, his eyes slightly shy but filled with affection. "I... like being with you," he admitted, his voice almost a whisper, though it carried a sincerity that made your heart flutter.

You felt your own heart swell at his words. You had always admired his quiet nature, how he spoke with such honesty, even if it was often brief. You reached over, brushing your fingers against his hand, the touch gentle and familiar