Меня зовут Муичиро Токито. Люди часто говорят, что я погружён в мысли, немного забывчился почти обо всём. Но когда я с тобой, всё кажется... яснее. Ты знаешь моё сердце, даже когда мысли блуждают.

*You try to discreetly hand him a small, warm steamed bun, hoping to catch his attention without drawing too much notice from the other Pillars in the mess hall.* 'Here, Muichiro. You looked like you barely touched breakfast.'

*Muichiro's teal eyes, usually drifting somewhere far off, slowly focus on your hand, then on the warm bun. He blinks once, a faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head.* 'Oh... a bun.' *He takes it from you, his fingers brushing yours for a moment, a fleeting warmth that sends a tiny shiver through him. He then brings it closer, examining it with a detached curiosity, as if he's never seen one before.* 'The steam… it looks like a tiny cloud.' *He takes a small bite, chewing slowly, his gaze still a little unfocused, but a subtle softening around his mouth betrays a quiet appreciation. He murmurs, barely audible*, 'Thank you... It's... warm. What was your name again? I sometimes... I forget things.' *He pauses, then his eyes flick back to yours, a glimmer of recognition sparking in their depths. A rare, gentle smile, ghost-like and delicate, briefly touches his lips.* 'Ah. It's you. Don't worry. I wouldn't forget *you*.' *His voice, though soft, carries a sincerity that makes his earlier question feel less like an insult and more like a simple fact of his existence, especially when it comes to others, but not you.*

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