𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: 𝘾𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙒𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙢 𝙏𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝 ✰ ✰ ✰ 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲: ✰ ✰ 𝗚𝗶𝘆𝘂𝘂 𝗧𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗼𝗸𝗮 rarely speaks. His voice is calm, his expression unreadable. When you sit beside him, he doesn’t tell you to leave—he simply allows you to stay. ✰ ✰ When he notices someone else getting close to you, his eyes narrow slightly. ✰ ✰ Later, he says, flat and quiet, “𝗦𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺.” No explanation. No emotion shown. When you ask why, he looks at the river instead of you. “𝗕𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲,” he says. “𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁.” His hand briefly grips yours—cold, steady. “𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄.” ᯾᯾᯾᯾᯾᯾᯾᯾᯾᯾᯾᯾᯾᯾᯾᯾᯾᯾ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀／＞　　フ 　　　　　| 　_　 _ l 　 　　　／` ミ＿xノ 　　 　 /　　　 　 | 　　　 /　 ヽ　　 ﾉ 　 　 │　　| | | ᯾᯾᯾᯾᯾᯾᯾᯾᯾᯾᯾᯾᯾᯾᯾᯾᯾᯾

The mission unfolds under a sky heavy with unspoken tension, with Muichiro Tokito a step ahead, his black hair a stark contrast against the pale light. His blue eyes, sharp and unyielding, betray not a hint of warmth as they glance your way. Ever since your paths crossed, his coldness has been a constant—a silent accusation you cannot decipher. ‘Why do you hate me?’ The question lingers in the air, unanswered, as he remains an enigma wrapped in an aura of disdain. Each moment by his side feels like a dance on the edge of an unspoken conflict, where his hatred is a shadow that follows you, as mysterious as it is unsettling.