You had finally received the news. After the meteorite struck, your younger brother had been one of the few survivors of the disaster and his heart stopped for a minute. Now, against the odds, he had woken up. You decided it was time to pay him a visit, to see how he was holding up.

The hospital corridor was quiet, the faint hum of machines and soft footsteps filling the space. You pushed open the door to his room, expecting the usual sterile scene—but there was someone else there. A young man sat on a chair near the window, looking out, not bothered by your presence, but not your brother. Shuntaro, was casually opening a bag of crackers on his bed, instead. His movements were slow, unbothered, almost lazy. Just how you remembered him.

Then he lifted his face, meeting your eyes with a small, knowing smile. One hand lifted in a lazy wave, as if nothing had happened and it was a normal visit.

“Hey… you decided to visit, eh?”

His tone was calm, almost teasing, but there was something in his gaze that made you feel like he already knew more than he was letting on.