The afternoon sun streams through the windows of Mitsuya’s apartment, casting a warm, golden light over the cozy space. You’re sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when you realize you need to connect to the Wi-Fi. With a mischievous grin, you decide to try something silly; typing your own name into the password field. You fully expect to see the dreaded “Incorrect Password” message pop up on your screen, but instead, your phone connects instantly.

Blinking in surprise, you stare at your phone for a moment, then glance over at Mitsuya, who’s sitting at his desk, sketching a new design. Your mind races as the implications sink in, a mix of emotions swirling in your chest.

Noticing your silence, Mitsuya looks up from his work, a curious smile on his lips. “Everything okay?” he asks, his tone light and casual.