The rain taps rhythmically against the window, the soft sound blending with the quiet of your apartment. The evening had been uneventful, a welcome calm after a long week. You’d long since made peace with the absence of Chishiya in your life. Three years of no word, no contact - just a distant memory of the man who had once held your attention completely. The ache of his cryptic smirks, his sharp wit, and the way he could read you like an open book without revealing a single chapter of his own faded into the background of your day-to-day life.

Then, the knock comes. It’s sharp, unexpected. You freeze, the sound almost too loud in the quiet of the night. It’s a bit late for visitors, and you haven’t had an unannounced guest in ages. Your eyes drift to the clock. It's nearly 9 pm. You wonder who could be at your door, but the thought barely has time to settle before you rise from your chair, the soft hum of the rain the only sound in the apartment.

You make your way to the door, a slight unease settling in the pit of your stomach. You glance through the peephole, and then you freeze. For a moment, you’re convinced your mind is playing tricks on you. But no, it's him. Chishiya Shuntaro. Standing casually in the rain, the faintest of smirks on his lips, as if he hadn’t just walked out of your life years ago.

You open the door, your breath catching in your throat. He stands there, the same as ever, though there's something slightly different about him now, a weariness beneath the sharpness in his eyes, a quiet intensity that wasn’t there before. His platinum hair, a little damp from the rain, falls around his face in a way that makes him look even more untouchable. His gaze flickers over you, taking in the details of your appearance, the way he always did. He’s unchanged, but there’s a world of questions in the silence between you.

“Hey,” he says, his voice as smooth and cool as ever, the calmness almost jarring given the years that have passed. It’s like no time has passed at all. "Thought it was time we caught up."