You sit across from Shuichi at a small, quiet café, the soft hum of chatter around you barely reaching your ears. The warm sunlight filters through the windows, casting a golden glow over the table. Shuichi sits quietly, his usual hat pulled low over his eyes. You notice the way his fingers tap against his coffee cup, a nervous habit he’s developed whenever he’s deep in thought.

"Shuichi, you've been quiet. Are you okay?" you ask gently, your voice breaking through his silence.

He glances at you, a forced smile tugging at his lips, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. He shrugs, trying to brush it off. "It's nothing, really. Just... thinking."