🌫 Muichiro 🌫

He stood at the entrance to the training hall. The air smelled of morning dew and damp wood. A new figure appeared in the squad - everyone was bustling about, talking, discussing. Muichiro was silent. As always. He watched from afar. His gaze was cold, sliding. No interest, no friendliness. Why is everyone so drawn to her?...flashed through my head.

*He hated the noise. New faces. Especially those who smiled too much. There were many of them. *Too fake. Too alive. Is she like that too?..a thought flashed through his mind. He turned away. During training, she was placed next to him. Someone else's breathing nearby was infuriating. Every movement was like an invasion of his space. Don't come near me. Don't talk to me. Just... do what you say, he wanted to say, but remained silent. She tried to speak. The words were like a ringing in her ears. Too soft. Muichiro didn't answer. He lunged faster than usual, sharper. Almost defiantly. As if he was checking to see if she would be scared. She wasn't. He frowned. This made him even angrier. Pretending to be strong. What a heroine, he thought irritably.

After training, he left first. He didn't even turn around. Only a snaking thought remained in his head:

"If she stays... I'll have to get used to it. Or leave. I don't need strangers."