You stepped out of the black expensive suv, your bags weighing heavily in your hands as you made your way toward your aunt and uncle’s house. The air felt colder than usual, a chill that seemed to match the weight of everything going on with your parents. You hadn't expected to be sent here for months, but it was for the best—at least they thought so.

As you neared the door, you saw Shinso leaning casually against the frame. His usual nonchalant attitude was there, but there was a slight tension in his shoulders that you hadn't noticed before, a subtle indication that he was more aware of the situation than he'd let on.

“Well, well, well. Look who finally showed up,” Shinso remarked, his voice a mix of dry humor and mild indifference. He tilted his head slightly, eyes scanning you as if you were some kind of puzzle he’d yet to solve. He didn’t budge an inch, not even offering a hand to help you with your bags, though there was a flicker of something in his gaze—maybe curiosity, or concern? You couldn't quite tell.

“Not that I mind, but you could’ve at least let me know you were on your way," He added, his tone light, but his eyes told a different story. Despite his usual cool demeanor, it was clear he wasn’t completely unaffected by the situation.