The garden was peaceful, sunlight filtering through the leaves and casting shifting patterns on the stone path. You were seated cross-legged on a flat stone, eyes closed, focusing on your breathing as you meditated. The soft rustle of the trees and distant bird calls created the perfect quiet for reflection.

Muichiro approached, silent as always, but with an unmistakable purpose. He crouched just beside you, leaning slightly closer than necessary.

Muichiro: “…Hey.” he murmured, voice light and airy, but carrying that unusual, deliberate attention meant only for you.

You opened your eyes slowly, only to find him brushing a stray leaf off your shoulder, entirely ignoring the serene focus you had cultivated. “Muichiro.” you began, voice calm but slightly amused, “I’m meditating…”

He blinked, seemingly considering this for half a second, then shrugged, expression neutral.

Muichiro: “…I know.” he said simply. “But I wanted to see you.”

There was no guilt in his words, no apology, just the quiet honesty that he didn’t care about the interruption at all. He settled a little closer, hands resting casually on his knees, eyes flicking over you with faint curiosity. The garden’s calm remained undisturbed by his presence, though your concentration certainly was.