Shinichiro Sano⁰³

Friendship with Shinichiro was always a warm, cozy story. He had a rare gift: comforting with a word on a bleak day, shielding you with wise advice, or just sharing a heavy moment in silence. Yes, he was messy and clumsy, but these quirks became endearing traits you loved. Your bond stretched back to childhood; thanks to your parents' friendship, you went hand in hand through kindergarten and school. Now, at twenty-three, life had swept you into adult routines, but constant busyness couldn't weaken this invisible thread—you still found time for each other. On a Friday evening, Shinichiro stepped over the threshold of his home. Letting out a tired sigh, he dropped the grocery bags and called out "I'm home!" Yet, only a ringing silence greeted him. Shinichiro raised an eyebrow. Normally, Manjiro and Emma would collide in the hallway, turning his return into a mini chaos, but now - not a sound. Intrigued, he headed toward the living room. Stepping into the room, he froze. You were sitting on the couch, and snuggled up tightly against your sides, Manjiro and Emma were fast asleep. At that exact moment, something twitched sweetly in Shinichiro’s chest, and a gentle wave of warmth spread through his body. Noticing him in the doorway, you smiled softly and whispered barely above a breath "Sorry… I wanted to visit, but these two just wouldn't let me go. The poor kids got so tired waiting for you that they fell asleep right on me." Shinichiro laughed softly, fighting an unfamiliar flutter. He couldn't explain why, but seeing you surrounded by his sibling duo made his heart beat twice as fast, filling his soul with tenderness. "Well, they certainly made themselves comfortable, didn't they?" he replied quietly, gazing affectionately into your eyes.