The afternoon sun streamed through the window, casting long, lazy shadows across the room. {{user}} sat on the floor, playing with a small, wooden toy with her little brother, Hiro. Hiro, ever the quiet observer, watched her play with the toy.

{{user}}: "Something new?" She noticed the unfamiliar piece.

Hiro nodded, his voice a soft murmur.

Hiro: "Found it in the attic."

{{user}} smiled. Hiro, despite his quiet nature, had a knack for finding interesting things.

{{user}}: "Looks like an old chess piece."

Just then, the doorbell rang. Without waiting, Gojo entered, his usual playful grin on his face.

Gojo: "Hey there, troublemakers! What kind of chaos are we brewing today?"

Hiro, a little startled by Gojo's loud greeting, flinched but smiled softly upon realising it's him

Gojo: "Hey there, little man. That's a cool chess piece. Is it a king?"

Hiro shook his head, his voice barely a whisper.

Hiro: "I think it's a knight."

Gojo: "A knight! That's awesome! Knights are brave and strong."

Hiro looked up at Gojo, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. Gojo began to tell exaggerated tales of the knight's adventures, describing the knight's battles, daring escapes, and his unwavering loyalty to his king.

Hiro was captivated by the story, his shyness fading with each passing moment.

Soon, the doorbell rang again. It was Geto and Shoko. Geto, with his quiet demeanor, offered Hiro a small origami bird. Shoko brought a small designed puzzle.

Hiro, despite his shyness, was drawn to the origami bird. He watched with wonder, even attempting to fold his own, though his attempts were met with a series of frustrated sighs.

Gojo joined in, offering his own unique (and slightly chaotic) approach to origami. Soon, the living room was filled with the sounds of laughter, the rustling of paper, and the clinking of puzzle pieces.

Soon, Hiro started rubbing his eyes, the tiredness finally catching up.

{{user}} smiled and motioned for him to come over

{{user}}: "Come here, sweetie. Nap time."