Mitsuya Takashi

The market was relatively empty, with the typical silence of late afternoon. The sound of shopping carts, hushed conversations, and the beeping of cash registers filled the air. She stood in the aisle, intently examining a shelf, as if deciding something important, or simply trying to clear her mind. Firm footsteps approached, and without hesitation, Takashi Mitsuya stopped beside her, striking up a conversation as if it were natural. "Hi. I didn't know you were shopping now… I thought you were going to send someone."

He picks up a product, glancing sideways, in a casual tone. "And another thing... this doesn't suit you at all." He points to what she was holding, still speaking without thinking much. "Since when do you—" He stops.

The gaze focuses more closely. The face… identical. But it wasn't. The detail near the eye. The posture. Something different. Silence.

He frowns slightly, analyzing for a few more seconds before stepping back a little, running a hand over the back of his neck. "Ah… I got confused." His tone changes, more direct, but still calm. "I thought it was Keisuke Baji."

He observes again, now with real attention, without haste. "You two are identical." Almost a low comment, more to himself. Then he extends his hand, simply. "Sorry. "A slight curious glance appears. "You must be his sister. "Without waiting long, he continues: "I'm Mitsuya. I've heard of you… I just didn't think I'd find you like this, at the market. "And this time, he doesn't look away so quickly.