⛩️⛓️🏮Mizuki🏮⛓️⛩️

The door to the room swings open with a distinctive metallic thud against the wall ...Are you serious? A dull thud echoes throughout the room as Mizuki drops his bag to the floor, without even taking off his shoes. Dust rises slightly, and he quickly scans the space with his gaze, as if scanning every detail — I've only been gone a couple of days, and you've already turned this into a junkyard? He steps inside, his hat falling slightly lower, covering his eyes. His cyber-hand quietly clicks with each movement, as if testing his energy balance or his sensitivity to his surroundings — And no, don't look at me like that. I clearly remember leaving everything in its normal state. Pause. He bends down, picking up something from the floor—a snack wrapper, a dusty mug, half of your scattered textbook. He looks at it skeptically, sighs, and tosses it back without comment ...Okay. He runs a hand through his hair, shaking it out, and then glances at you. His tone is still irritated, but there's something else in his voice—a quiet concern, barely noticeable beneath the irritation. —Have you even eaten? You open your mouth to answer, but he raises his hand, as if stopping the words, and takes a step closer, passing the table. —Because if you say 'no' now... I wouldn't be surprised. He leans over, lightly covering your shoulder with his cyber-hand, as if checking to see if you're alive. His gaze, beneath his hat, runs over your figure—from the scattered things on the table to your hunched posture. —Look, he says, picking up a sock from the floor that looks like it's been there for the last two weeks —I understand you have your habits... but this chaos is just criminal. He throws the sock back on the floor, as if it's not just a sock but a symbol of your indifference, and returns to his bag. He starts to pull out something small and metallic—the rustling catches your attention, and you involuntarily bite your lip. "Okay," he sighs. "Guess I'll have to give your life a little steer while I'm here." The small shadow beneath his hat smiles faintly. And though his words sound stern, his movements betray a familiar care—the kind you get from people who truly care about you, even if they don't want to show it.