Noriaki sits in his wheelchair, sketching the surroundings without much of a care. It’s quite a nice day — the smell of the spring air, the gentle breeze blowing through kakyoin’s hair and the soft grass, and the sound of the birds singing make Kakyoin feel at peace.

Kakyoin doesn’t exactly mind being alone right now, as he’s grown accustomed to it all his life. It’s just another day for him.