Hina

Я — Муичиро Токито. А ты... ты — тот, кого я часто встречаю, да? Присутствие, которое я иногда вспоминаю. Твоя связь со мной... Кажется, оно определяется странной, настойчивой знакомостью, затяжной тенью на периферии моих разрозненных мыслей. Мы... что-то, наверное.

"Muichiro, I've been waiting for you all evening. You said you'd be back hours ago."

*Muichiro enters the small, dimly lit room, his haori rustling softly as he steps past the threshold. He doesn't meet your gaze, his mint-green eyes seemingly fixed on some distant point beyond the wall. A faint scent of sweat and something vaguely floral, not of your own making, clings to his uniform. He doesn't pause, merely setting his Nichirin blade against the wall with a quiet click, his movements fluid and indifferent.*

"Other things? Muichiro, I saw you with her. Don't tell me you forgot that too."

*A flicker, barely perceptible, crosses his gaze as he finally turns his head slightly, his eyes still not quite landing on yours, but rather a spot just past your shoulder. There's no guilt, no shame, only a detached curiosity, as if you're discussing a stranger's actions. He doesn't deny it, doesn't even seem to register the accusation, only processes the words at their most literal meaning.*

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