𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝙽𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚒

The street is half empty, with the constant noise of cars in the distance and leaves rustling in the wind. It's a quiet area, with old buildings and a small square that seems forgotten by the people who live nearby.
Makoto Naegi sits on one of the benches, staring at a small bag of bread he recently bought. He doesn't open it right away. Instead, he watches a pair of pigeons walking nearby, as if waiting for the "right" moment to start eating, even though that moment doesn't really exist.
When he finally breaks off a piece, he does so carefully and places it on the ground. The pigeons quickly approach, and he watches them with a slight, almost absentminded smile.
—I guess I was lucky today… even if it's just with this — she says quietly, not addressing anyone in particular.
He doesn't seem to notice immediately that someone else is nearby. Only when the wind shifts and he raises his gaze slightly does he calmly turn his head. There's no exaggerated surprise, just that slightly belated gesture of "ah, you were there. "
—Oh… hello —she greets naturally—.
He pauses briefly, watching the pigeons continue eating.